Death the Psycho

Dear notebook,

This is Death again.... I cant keep going through this shit. Why me, first loosing my childhood friend/girlfriend now to loosing my aunt. Its been 18 years since I've written into this book. It is finally breaking me over the edge to turn myself away from society. Man senior year is getting tough. Finals comin' up and I don't feel I'm prepared for this. I guess i just gotta get through this shit. Well this is where I close you and go to sleep maybe the scars on my mental self will go away.

The next day, Death woke up screaming from the pain he felt in chest from the nightmare he experienced and realized it was only a dream and that it wasn't real. He sat up breathing heavily and sweaty from the sudden shock of the body. He finally managed to calm down and realized that it was gonna be okay, he told himself to calm down and he looked over at his phone to see if his friend had ever texted him when she was gone for almost 3 days and when he realized she hasn't sent him a text he sighed and put the phone back down sitting on the side of his bed with his hands burred in his hands, as he sits there crying he realizes he has to be strong for her even if he wont ever get to have her in his arms again. He lays back down on his bed in an attempt to sleep and again wakes up hours later because it was now daylight. He did his normal routine and walked his dogs which generally kept him from being so depressed and angry but today he just wasn't feeling their love that day as if they were not what he wanted in this dreaded life. He continues to go through the day and not really doing anything he just watches videos from a youtuber that he loves to watch every now and again. He then proceeds to play the playstation 4 for a little while and get off and go back to watching videos after walking the dogs.