Joe 2

Edit: I swear my natural disposition is not as foul-mouthed and vitriolic as this would have you believe. I wrote this in a fit of despair very late in the night. I hope you understand.



I despise Joe with all my being. Smug little know-it-all cunt born to spread nothing but unhappiness and despair in the short life he intended on having. How dare he take it upon himself to decide who lives and who dies. None of us asked to be here. What gives that self-righteous little prick the authority to choose his own fate. He looked everyone he loved in the eyes as he roamed around making his little offbeat jokes and sarcastic comments on every little thing in life, as he meant all along to take away more laughter than he had ever spread. Sadistic little man. 


Did he stop to think about his loved ones? Of course he didn’t. He didn’t care for anyone but himself, and he couldn’t even care for himself enough to continue his sad little apathetic existence. I'm sure his mother’s lost more tears than he’s ever shed, I'm sure his friends think about him more after his death than he ever thought about them in his life. Couldn’t he distance himself from those who loved him if he knew he was going to do this? Why would he pretend to make friends, spread joy, make people laugh, and be a devoted son if only to take it away from them at the end? To make it hurt more? He must get some kind of sick twisted pleasure from all of this. A final laugh as he ended his existence. A kamikaze which gains sympathy and not disapproval. 


Did he even really have a reason to do it? He had a loving family, friends who understood him and wept his death, a lover or two along the way, an education, a job. He was handed all the things modern society deems necessary for a person to thrive and yet the ungrateful twat rejected these for his fucked up philosophies and pseudo science mushroom trips. 


Joe has messed with my brain way more than anyone else could ever hope to. Twenty three years after his death, he is still spreading his disease. He festers me and infects me, there is no pit deep enough to contain his abominable stench, he sickens me more than any flu. 


See you in hell you vile man.

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  1. Anonymous8 September 2025 at 14:19

    It's the sourest form of irony that our author ended up becoming what he loathed the most. What he most feared becoming:
    Joe 2.

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  2. Anonymous8 September 2025 at 18:17

    The irony

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