5th Period [C]

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3.6.18

i did it.

i wrapped my finger around the cool metal trigger and i killed that son of a bitch.

and all of his friends.

and the teachers. the vice principal. the principal. all of them. all of them who thought they were better than me.

i'm on the run...

i don't know why i didn't kill myself.

i don't know why i spared the redheaded faggot crying for mercy in the janitor's closet. he's the one who draws CONSTANTLY instead of paying attention in class, and still gets good grades. he's the one who's younger brother is two grades ahead, dating that son of a bitch pete wentz.

or, was dating, should i say. pete tortured me for too long, of course i'd get him too.

doesn't matter.

redheaded faggot is refusing to leave the goddamned car so i have to stay too, and make sure the little fuck doesn't try anything.

i have no idea what state we're in.

all i know is we're out of jersey and he's been crying since belleville.

i'm gonna kill him. eventually.

when it's convenient for me.

i'd put the cunt out of his misery, if anything.
he gets bullied
i know how it feels

i've seen the scars on his wrists
who knows where else they are?
i know this kid is like me, somehow. so why does he care so much about staying alive? i'd do him a favor if i put a bullet through his skull.

i feel an odd sense of sympathy for this kid.

gerard. the redheaded faggot.

i don't want to become attached to him.

i'm gonna kill him.