the one and only

chap 1

- My names Derek, Derek Castle, I live in a cottage, where everyone celebrates and has fun, some hunters sneak out night hunting for several of animals to stoch, as hell, while they whine as there blood splatters around the floor like sprinkles. I have 2 siblings, one is Eleanor, she always acts like a spoiled brat and brags about everything I mean it. When we were at a shop, she would literally yell at mom to buy her random stack of stuff she doesn't even use after a while. Next we have Arthur, the guy who thinks he's "smart" because he knows hard examinations. We don't have parents, as of all stories, my parents died by a hanger, and you MAY think I'm crazy, which I'm actually not, my mother was speaking to herself about death, so she grabbed a hanger and stabbed herself with it, I find it weird tho. Very. Weird. We have farmers, who don't even care about there animals, one of the farmers, Carin Butler, Tried killing and torching a pig, before the pig ran away, the fence was open to them, for god sake. Anyways, our neighbourhood, some people call it the "Murder Cottage" since some people every month feel uncontrollably and mentally unstable and feel like doing something Insane, like bombing a house. People in the cottage are the weirdest people I've ever seen, some people call them nickets. We have genders, but the difference is, it's changed, the men would be called "blokes" and the women would be called "collens" me? right now I'm a bloke, a male. I say the most weirdest stuff ever that doesn't even fit in a sequel. if I were in a movie, I would shake uncontrollably and act lunatic, I wouldn't even know the words, it's weird tho, because you need to know the words so you can actually know ur part of your role. but my cousin, Abby, would sing infront of the stage, like a singing angel flying in heaven, she has a nice voice, but I don't. I have the most crappiest and weirdest voice, I sound like a horse on drugs. Anyways, around the corner if u go to ur right is my school, the most PHYSICAL school ever, we always do sport stuff, whenever someone forces us to do, the girl who has the most bubbliest, waggy hair, with the MOST ugliest hair dye I ever seen, her face is shaped like a cow. I'm being for real, if you ever saw her, you would probably puke. She always wears the same clothes, and her jumper around her waist like a homeless person, well she does, smell like a pig. Anyways, her friend is Lunar, she's the most, most.. most.. disgusting person, every-time on science, I'm ALWAYSSS confused, she goes to me, and talk about private parts, literally almost every day, I don't even want to know why she asked me this, it's weird, she's obsessed with talking about them, such a weirdo. Anyways, this hot ass buff dude named "Elijah" everyone simps for him. WAIT INCLUDED ME! he's the most sexiest, fucking hottest man I see, that bushy sexy hair style, his rockstar clothes, and his attitude.. MMHH. I could drool around him, but ur lucky I'm not a weirdo and a very. very. calm person. right? he's the most famous. and famous piano and guitarist, he sings the most hottest and legit songs, I could fucking lunge him in bed, no. NO! Don't add that here. It's not weird. Is it? Why do I always feel the odd one out, I have the most dirtiest mind, while he has a positive mind, I'm on top 2, and he's on top 100, everyone loves him. if you didn't know the tops, there is a leaderboard in sports, If ur around 1-10 your a loser. and a fucking bitch, that's what I am right now. If ur 20-40, ur pretty good at sports and 50-100, your the most fabulous person ever, I hope you understand what I'm saying right now. I hope in the new weeks I'll be in top 50, but i won't, I'm the most nerdiest person, I wouldn't even know anything. Everyone hates me. I guess? Every time I'm at sports, he, the most sexiest dude would put his arm around me, his other hand pointing at the sky, making a weird shape I couldn't see, i tried it, and it looked like a heart. Well, he thinks me as a faggot, and a dumbass, while I think myself ass, a clever and calm person. I would NEVER say anything negative about myself. I am positive. And always am. At night, I slunge around my bed like a snake and think about the wonderful moments of him, and him only. But, it erases and I think of that poor ass pig dye girl, i stay on my bed, and wonder myself, would I ever lead myself into a new path, and stay in my dirty path like a pathetic loser I am? Or would I go the other way and feel like I'm a unstable insane person, but I go to the dirty pathetic path, like I would always, my sister feels perfect, and I would literally sneak in her room and steal her makeup, her clothes, and yeah. And I would put them on in the mirror, and think: "Oh shit, I fucking look pathetic" My face feels like rock solid, and a dirt pile of socks stuck in a washing machine. My sisters face feels like snow, like soft snow, I wonder what she puts in her face, maybe deodorant and hair spray, or armpit cleaners? SMH. I wanna be her, she's on top 50, and she gets everyone's attention, like that guy. I wish I was her, maybe? Maybe not. I wouldn't wanna be her, I would be  my pathetic stuff and be a biscuit full of outdated stuff like I always am in a Monday night. -

Diary ended - 11:00 

Diary started - 9:56

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