Since I announced my return, many of my thousands of followers, knowing me as their Bestower of Truth, have written to me with black thanks, their hole-filled lives more patched with my weekly postings! However, they have also asked me questions, demanded things of me - why only five posts? Why, when I could continue telling of the darkness of this earth for the rest of my life and barely scrape but the surface? Why, when so many people need me to bring them hope, while I alone suck up the grime this world has to offer?

Now, I feel it is time the truth be told.

At the start of summer, when school finally finished and my torment at the hands of the cruel and unjust thug-like children of my year was finished for another six weeks, my father knocked on my door with an envelope. I looked up from what I was doing (self-harming) and asked what he wanted. His eyes travelled over my tattered arm, and though there was a glint of enjoyment in them, he said, "I thought you were happy now."

"Habits die hard," I merely said back.

He thrust the envelope at me with a grin. I took it and opened it; plain, though out of the ordinary as the only companies that send me mail are suicide advice places - how do they get my details??

"What's this?" I asked.

"A letter accepting your application to a new school."

A new school? A school away from those malicious shits in my year? A school where I will be with other like-minded people, where we can all coalesce and form a hive-mind of truth, so that we may dispense facts to the unknowing idiots of the world? My mind was alight with ideas as I feverishly tore the envelope open.

"You're off to goth school," he said.

I stopped. Goth school? Err, what the fuck?

"Goth school? I'm not a goth, dad!"

He waved it off. "Well, you're going to goth school whether you like it or not. And it's a boarding school, so take as much of your shit with you when you go."

"A ... a boarding school? So I stay there all the time? Away from the place I know as my only home?"

"Yeah. Weekends, term breaks, holidays, you'll be there."

I looked down at the half-open envelope, my heart sinking. "Even Christmas?"

"Yep."

And with that he left, rubbing his hands together and smiling as he began plotting what to do with my bedroom and what he should convert it into when my presence was gone from the house, perhaps forever.

And so, my followers, next week's post will be the last I produce for the time being, until I can access the internet regularly again. After that post, I will be confined to a great many black walls, surrounded by fakers who act like they know happiness but are, in fact, just following the true crowd and copying us. And will I be treated like a god, in this new place, as the very type of person these 'goths' are trying to emulate? Of course not. I will be shunned, for being different.

It's drawing to a close once more ...

-Misunderstood
(MNA August 25th 2008)