Dear diary,
I started writing my own diary today.. it's been a while since I've written anything since my mental health is.. well it's full of shit. Me and my lover Krad drew onto the doors of a school in my home town. Vandalism is pretty common here since most of the people who live here are criminals and hooligans. We had so much fun.. I'm not sure if I've ever had this much fun before.. Well maybe when me and Krad met.. that was the best day of my life I swear. If you ever read this Krad.. then I hope you know how much I love you.. You've helped me alot you know?.. Well anyway.. I keep getting carried away. A few days ago me and some other punks stole a shopping cart from a store and then I let my friend Alex push me around in it. I was surfing with a shopping cart on the ground. Hahaha. That was fun. Alot, actually. Then some drunk guy stopped the shopping cart in the middle of a road and hugged me, kissing my cheek and then walking away, yelling: "I love you guys!" I panicked at first and then I laughed my heart out... Agghhh! Why do I keep getting carried away? Well.. since it's late I should probably head to sleep... Goodnight.
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