A/N….im in a really depressed mood….apparently my “friends” aren’t really my friends after all…..sigh fuck it. Anyways yea this came to my mind and hopefully writing will cheer me up.

Disclaimer: Go fuck yourself disclaimer…..

Naruto’s Journal

Day1,

It hurts you know, To be all alone. Ive been here for so long, ive done so much but for what….Ive even saved them from themselves and all I ever got for it was a living hell…I don’t know why im still trying, maybe because theres still some small hope left that I might one day be recognized…no. That will never happen. These fucking cowards would have seen me by now if there was any chance. Whatever I don’t care…

Day2,

I sit here for days on end staring at this same ceiling day in and day out and it only seems to help me fall even deeper into my own darkness…Sigh…I guess theres nothing I can do about it.

Day3,

I can feel it….i can feel my rage, my hate…my sadness as it floats to the surface. Im beginning to wonder why now…Is Kyuubi really the demon…or is it me. Ive lost track now. Each time I feel his power take over me….I like it.

Day4,

This is it…I cant take it anymore. The more I try to help the more suffering I am given…Im done trying. If they want my help then they can go fuck themselves.

Day5,

Its done…only a few more seconds and the name Uzumaki will no longer exist. There will be parades and festivals in the event of my death. I don’t understand though. Even though I sit here on deaths doorstep watching as the icy fingers of the Death God slowly extends toward me…I feel no fear. In fact I welcome it…It’s a shame that things have come this far…

Several days later Uzumaki Naruto was found dead in his apartment with both of his wrists slashed. His death marked the beginning of a curse that Konoha will never be able to remove until the end of its days…