MY DIARY. DEAD DIARY. SAVE ME.

THE BEGINNING- Greetings fellow earthlings

Dear Diary,
My name is Brian Collins, i'm on my last year at an American high school and i'm failing. My teacher, Mr Dhilldop (p is silent) says i'm close to not graduating. Im not focused on school my minds too incomplete, i need something worth my time to fill it before it goes away.
My therapist gave me this diary to record my feelings in so i wouldn't end it all. Im not feeling unwell in that form of depression, i'm capable of coping with life, so far i have.
Ive been diagnosed with depression, anxiety and ballitus. Doc says my best mates don't have a chance of reproduction. I dare say this changes nothing because no girl actually looks at me, apart from Leon Anulcreim.
She's the nerdy, short blonde girl from my physics class, fifth period on tuesdays and thursdays. Just today i felt her staring and right enough, that spotty hotty was leaving it all out on the floor in P.E. class half undressed. She claimed she had been getting changed for class when she smelled me from the hall, forgetting her lovely pink furry bra was on show for all my boys behind me.
I didn't mind this, in her own way she was very pretty to me and only me apparently.
My best mate Johnn (no, not my testicles this time) couldn't stand Leon. Said she was too unique and awkward.
Maybe everyone thought she was ugly but was too scared to say so. After all, i'm a real baddie when it comes to fighting. Everyone is scared of me. That's why i only have one friend and no one talks to me, they're all petrified. I love it.
I've been checking out some new apps and icons for my computer up in the family attic. (I have no bedroom, my parents renovated it to make a yoga room.) All the men models on the internet make me jealous. They are packing in all sorts of places. The only thing which i have packing up are my socks.
It's getting late so i'll continue with this in the morning, or tomorrow whenever i feel like it you know.
12/3/18