Journal Of A Teenage Psychopath

13

I read a book.
It was french.
(Translated of course)
It was about this little boy from outer space.
He befriended a guy from earth.
Then when he had to leave.
The guy said he'll always imagine the boy is in the stars.
Laughing.

I'm looking up at the stars now.
I can see it.
Their twinkling.
Like the boys eyes as he laughs.

I'm not a psychopath.
I know what everyone thinks of me.
Says behind my back.
But I'm just like everyone else.
I really am.

Though.
As I gaze up.
Looking at the stars.

I want to murder them...

Laughing?
Ha!

Laughing at me no doubt.

The inconsiderate little jerk.