The internet is in fact the most useless tool of our generation. You can't find anything online. My new obsession is named Billy Joe MacAllister. I never knew he really existed. He jumped off the Tallahatchee Bridge. Why? I don't know. When? I'm not sure. Where? Wherever the bridge is. I don't know why this is on my mind. I'm falling down. Sinking. Slowly drowning. Sadness hurts. It comes like a festering plague. Infecting my veins. There is no cure for this affliction. This gaping wound. Swallowing my heart. Ever so gently tearing me to pieces. The baby bird died. He recieved a proper burial. Done for now.