A journal by a boy who is forgotten

Entry two

Well hello everybody!

Oh who am I kidding? Today was uneventful now I'm lying in bed next to that dope Alfred and writing in this useless inanimate object and addressing it as I would address a person.

Alfred acted like a dope all day, no surprise, I'm so f-ing happy it's Friday. Even though the weekend means I'll be lying around my house, fending off Alfred's "wandering fingers"

Joy.

At least dad and papa will be out and I don't have them to cause a headache.

I hate school.

Everyone needs to shove a rake up there arse.

I have a few bruises from punches, which Alfred will freak over so that's why I'm trying to fend him off currently.

Gilbert was nice enough to take out that dumbass jock who couldn't figure out the square root of eight. I think Gil likes me.

And to be honest I like him too...

But I have Alfred so....

Sigh life is complicated.

On another note, I reread my last entry and it's pretty sad. I sound illiterate. And awkward. This ones longer and more detailed.

Meh.

I'm still waiting for another update on homestuck. I am slowly baring a grudge towards Andrew Hussie. OH AND THE HATERS THAT SAY HE'S A TERRORIST ARE F-ING STPUID. PERIOD.

Actually I'm really upset because some dumbasses spread a rumour that I was promiscuous. I want to cry and take it out on Alfred. .... He'd probably take it.

Maybe he's not so dense.

Well, it's almost ten so I guess I should end this entry and continue to fend off Al's advances which I will most likely submit to eventually and one of us will wake up with a dull pain in our backs. Which I don't want to deal with so I'll try to get my way!

Matthew Williams, the train wreck of emotion.