Life Sucks!

That, my friends, is the complete and total extent of my knowledge that I, Jeff Hardy, have to provide you with.

Feel let down?

Disappointed that I in all my Hardy Boy Extremeness don't have some more profound bit of wisdom to lavish you with?

Not my fuckin' problem!

I never asked to be your guru of good tidings and warm fuzzy feelings. So ya know what?

I ain't doin' it!

I ain't profound! I'm a fuckin' freak!

There's a difference, people - I don't say the things I say or do the things I do for you!

I do 'em cause they's me!

An' ya know what?

Sometimes I don' feel like bein' me. Sometimes I get sick. Sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get more bitchier than normal… which lemme tell you people is really goddamn scary. Sometimes… sometimes in moments I don't like to think about… I even get tired of being a freak.

Most of the time the thought of being "normal" scares me so bad that I break out into cold sweats and have panic attacks.

But sometimes…

Sometimes I wonder… what would it be like to be your average everyday Joe Blow. No tattoos. No piercings. My hair would be in a normal man's brush cut with no dyes, just its natural color, which is almost as dark as Matty's these days. No wild clothes just the average man's wardrobe.

No fucking my brother. No fucking Shane or Shannon or anyone else. I'd find some nice sweet girl that quakes at the thought of a blindfold let alone pain and bondage.

Imagine it… me… Jeff Hardy… Boy Extreme… normal.

Usually about that tine I wake up screaming. I ain't your role model. I ain't your hero. I ain't even the guy you love… the one on your TV.

Fuck, most of the time he's tame compared to me!

All I am… is me!

All I have to offer you is… myself!

And all I have to tell you is…

Life Sucks!!!!!