Well I'm going to hurt tomorrow morning.
Ha... Well whatever.
I can't sleep now but I'm rather comfortable. Al is all curled up against my chest and he looks cute.
What a perfect baby brother.
Dork.
I'm thinking of all those cute gay couples in my school.
Why does everyone seem gay?
Why am I attracted to like four different guys?
Why doesn't mars have water?
Why was earth placed in this exact perfect spot to give us life?
Why is Alfred so loud?
What happens when we die?
These are all serious questions which can be answered tomorrow.
Goodnight.
Matthew Williams, the boy without answers.
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A journal by a boy who is forgotten
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