My therapist found out about my attempt to loose it all last night and now he's moved in full time to my "bedroom" to keep an eye on me.
He arrives in half an hour.
Hes here now. He is just unpacking his clothes and.. PUTTING THEM IN MY WARDROBE!
I just spanked him. He padlocked me to the bed and started whipping me hushing me and calling me a bad little boy.
It slipped out now.
I must be gay.
I don't want to be gay.
Hello Brian's diary, here's a report for the police. Brian has just ran and thrown himself at the crooked attic window and has fallen down the three story drop. He is most likely concussed and has eternal bleeding. He must be dead. I will check.
Yes he is dead. His blood is all over my hands now. it- it looks mmmmm tasty.
30/3/18
YOU ARE READING
MY DIARY. DEAD DIARY. SAVE ME.
HumorBrian writes in his diary. Brian loves his diary. Brian talks to his diary.
