November 23rd
Dear Diary,
Well Hello there, I know, I know it’s been a while. I for one never meant this long of a period of absence but I’ve been dealing with crap again, Well not that I ever not deal with this shit, but, you know what I mean.
Well it turns out my aunt was looking for me, but she told the police that she didn’t want some psychotic animal on the loose. God, at least I don’t drink till it starts pouring out my eyeballs, sorry bad analogy. I may not be the brightest child at my “Special.” School, but I sure am the sanest, some of those kids really do scare me like this kid who will always talk to their hand and when their hand and them “fight.” He will take a knife to his hand, not that I wouldn’t mind doing that but that’s beside the point. Sorry I’m rambling again aren’t I?
Anyway my aunt and some doctors and police men, guys whatever found me in the tree but I wouldn’t climb down. HELL NO I WASN’T GOONA CLIMB DOWN!! So being the smart-ass like I am, I decided to climb up. Well that only attracted more attention which being my lonely, suicidal, depressed self irritated me very much. So eventually I did climb down and when most kid’s guardians would hug them saying that the “Silly” child scared them half to death, my aunt scolded me for being a dumb-ass and a retard in front of everyone, and she kind of had some bizarre look in her eye that looked like she was going to kill me. I think everyone is this stupid messed-up town thinks she beats me now!! That was a plus! Then we went home, la-di-di Yay I’m so glad, I’m being sarcastic again just FYI and she called my fucking psychologist and now I come in once a freaking day, Hell I could be doing so much better things, Like prove that I deserve it all, I deserve What I want!! I deserve to die…
Okay, I’d have to be pretty ignorant, which I’m not, to not believe that I have problems. I know their bad, I know that I’m just poisoning the world and should just shut up forever. WELL THAT’S WHAT I’M TRYING TO DO... I AM TRYING TO PERMANENTLY SHUT MYSELF UP! Is that such a crime, trust me I’d be doing the world a favor.
Oh look, its 2:00, time for an appointment…
Bye…
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Diary of an Unloved
HorrorThe Anonymous diary of a suicidal who wont commit suicide and trys to conivice anyone to do the deed for him, but he might not always want the job done. Things change. Let me know what you think of my fictional story!!
