Dear Diary, (Septiplier)

Entry 1

Welcome to my diary! My name is      Sean       Here's a little bit about me!
Well.. I have brown hair, and some pubic hair on my face. LOL anyway. I have a 6 pack, and I have big muscles, even though I have asthma. My doctor is saying it's going away though. Brown hair, blue eyes, near sighted, favorite color, neon. I lived in Ireland, so, I was pretty far from everything. I moved to Cali this year. I go to high school right now, Anyway, to the diary! Oh ya, I have this, cause my therapist made me. She says writing down your feelings help. I have depression, but I don't show it. Ok, now to the diary.

Dear Diary.
I'm jack! This is the first time writing in here, I got this, cause my therapist made me write down my thoughts and feelings. I have depression, and sometimes I cut my waist. But today I met someone named Mark. We didn't talk much. Really we just played Fútbol together on the campus. Sorry, "soccer" and he was introduced while picking teams. He was very strong, and he was not to good at Fútbol. His feet kept moving weirdly. I got a good look at them, and he could move them all the way around! He didn't pay much attention to me. He was talking to his friends. One was tall and skinny, and he didn't have a lot of hair. The other one was just as tall, but wider, and glasses. I'll sketch some pictures.

(Not mine) Anyway. This is sorta what Mark looked like.

(DEFINITELY NOT MINE!!)
He kept smiling, even when he completely missed a goal. I kept having to stop, cause of my asthma. But when everyone got mad at me, he didn't seem to mind. He seemed sad for me. But I'm used to being bullied for my asthma. Even though I'm more fit then anyone there. Hold on, I gtg to dinner. Back! I just got back from cooking dinner for my parents. They just got home, and since they get home late, I cook dinner for them. I just made Spaghetti and Meatballs, with garlic bread, and tomato soup, with some crackers. They seemed to like it, I've become a very good cook over the last few years. Our family isn't that close, so we didn't really talk much. I better go to bed. Goodnight!
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Welcome to my diary! My name is      Mark       Here's a little bit about me!
Well, I have this shit thing, so I could vent. I may or may not write a lot. I have an idea! I'll give you a name, so that I can feel like I'm talking to somebody. Hmm.. how about.. Mark.. Markiplier. How does that sound? Now your like a dog. You like that name? Huh? Yes you do! Lol. Anyway, what do you write in a diary? Oh well. Ummm.. today at school, I played soccer! I completely sucked though Bob and Wade were no better. Bob didn't even play, and Wade couldn't keep up. There was this guy on the team, and his name was, oh come on. It was some weird Swedish name. Flick? Lex? Oh! Felix! He kept screaming something like, JEVLAVET! It was funny. Oh ya! And there was this other guy, who I couldn't help noticing. He was the best out there. Definitely athletic. But he kept sitting out for his asthma. Everyone seemed so pissed at him. But I felt kinda bad. I didn't want him to feel bad cause of something he can't control. I remember his name.. I met him while picking teams. I didn't know the others. One I remember was Robert. He sang really well! He kept humming to himself, and snapping when he made a goal. It was him, me, and Felix, Wade and Bob and the team captain.. SEAN! That was his name! He didn't look like a Sean. He was the best. It was us, vs.. I don't know there names. They called themselves the "Game Grumps" They kept getting goals, and got really mad when Jack had to sit out. So did Felix, Robert, and even Bob and Wade. I was patient though. I'm a patient guy!
I'm not good at soccer. My feet kept going backwards when I hit the ball. I'll put a Polaroid picture here.

Tom took this picture of me. Weird right? Everyone got grossed out. Jack just laughed, cringed, and looked away. He didn't make fun of the though. I guess that was good. I better go. My mom is making dinner, then I gotta do homework. So, anyway, buh bye!