I'm A Monster

Prologue and Author's note

Author's Note

Hello! My name is CarlSn, I'm familiar with Wattpad yet after unforeseen circumstances I've had to unfortunately create a new account. There isn't a high possibility that you know my works yet I'll list one anyways; Rise, a story about Christopher Daneworth aka Zeppelin and his journey to fit in. I had to sadly cut the story short when I came to create a new account for the sake of plagiarism laws and I sadly cannot prove that it's me who wrote the book. I was quite fond of the book, it's a considerable loss to me because it was one of my oldest projects which I was still working on. However, Alas! I shall continue on this account, and I hope to grow fond of these stories. I hope you enjoy my newer stories which I plan on approaching with a newer style. In my syntax and in the main idea.  

Adieu for now, 

CarlSn :)

Dear Journal \ 3:15 PM | 10/04/54

I got first place in track again it seems, why am I so good at running? I'm not sure. Mom told me that there's something special about me today, yeah right, I just have raw talent. For some reason running is what brings me peace, I've got no idea why, maybe it's because I'm so good at it? I'll stop thinking about it, the topic drives me fucking insane. 

9:30 PM 

My mother can fucking kill herself at this point, she decided to take me to see my dad. I don't want anything to do with the asshat yet for some reason mom really wants me to have a fucking relationship with him. I don't fucking know. 

Can this day get any worse? I mean seriously; A pop quiz, the drama with my dad, and the fucking crazy chick who wants to get in bed with me. The only thing good about today was I got to ditch afternoon classes for track. 

I'm planning on asking Silvie on a date tomorrow, but I don't know where to take her because I don't have much money. Probably gonna take her to see some cheap movie in one of the old theaters, she doesn't seem to mind that. Maybe I can take her to the park on a picnic, won't cost me any money yet for some reason she'll probably find romantic. I have no idea what's so romantic about sitting in the dirt and eating cold food, I really don't know. Maybe I'm just, the fuck is the word? Pessimistic? Did I spell that right? Aight, Google told me I did.  

Well, I'm gonna bounce. Signed, 

Lucas Warden

Dear Journal  | 10:35 PM | 10/07/54

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FUCKK, now my hand hurts. I have so much homework to do it's not even funny, yet for some reason my dumbass is doing this. Why the fuck am I doing this? I have no fucking clue. Help me, fuck, help me. 

Lucas Warden

Dear Journal | 7:30 PM | 10/09/54 

Just got back from the doctor's office, had to go early because he's going on vacation. Just a check up and all that, the guy even gave me a sucker. The sucker is pretty rad, not gonna lie to you. So now I'm sitting here with nothing to do. Didn't go to school today and it's a Friday so that's epic. Got no weekend homework but probably gonna have catch up on Monday. Who cares? I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.