Entry No. 10
Feb. 14, 2014
Dear 30 Day Diary,
Okay, so I am in a rush here… so this is probably gonna be short. And besides, I don’t really have anything interesting to write on here.
My best friend (?). He’s tall… like… really tall… 5’5? Pft. I don’t really care. He has black hair, and he’s fat. Seriously humangosaur fat & huge. He’s like… 80 KG. And he stepped on my foot more times than the sun will ever rise. He’s stupid, creepy and weird. He’s laugh is creepy too. His teaching skill’s the worst. I learnt nothing from him; and he’s half a year older than me. He has a lot of girls talking to him because… I don’t know. He’s uglier than Chubaka and a cow combined with my teacher and an arsehole but he’s a chick magnet… the combination. How. How. How?! Seriously you stupid mater freak. I hate you. Oh, and you also follow Sophobutt around. Like the love sick puppy you are. Wherever she is… you’re there. And you carry her books for her. Seriously. Have you been brainwashed? Oh, and even if I keep insulting you, you won’t care. I don’t know. Maybe you will… maybe you won’t. But we’re best friends (?) and that’s what best friends (?) do.
Oh, only me, Josh and Sophobutt can insult you (oh and your other gayfanatic friends too) but when someone else does, tell Sophobutt. She can send them flying to China with just one tap of the shoulder.
Oh, and thanks for teaching me nothing about Orthographic Drawing you useless son of a girl dog. And thanks for stealing my shoe pencil case. Thanks for stepping on my swollen foot today.
MAKASHUKA.
This letter’s fucking Sincere,
Ezelle Lucienne
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