My councillor told me to make a blog about myself, it's to vent and write a daily account of significant things that happen in my life. Basically, the lady wants to stalk me.
In that case then, Miss Jennings, I'm a porn star from America, with sacks of money and bitches. In my spare time I like knitting and horse riding. I roll my cigarettes with fifty dollar notes and I always wear yellow.
Joking. I'm not that good.
Yet.
Introductions then, I'm Jimmy, but prefer to be called Jim. I'm not a pro at anything, but I like technology and I have a tendency to kill who I want, when I want.
For some strange reason, I'm not locked up. I thought they would have thrown me into a cell by now, but they're treating the killings as rumour. It scares the shit out of the kids at school. They avoid me. I have my own table and own seat. Loner. You'd think a guy as attractive as me would have friends, but you can't win them all.
I go to the gym a lot, take walks in the dark (it's relaxing), play video games, and draw. Not really much different from the average teen. I live with my Mom and her boyfriend, Dan. Who, quite frankly, is a pain in the arse.
I'll tell you why Dan is an arse. He's too lovely-dovey with my mom, and we all know he just wants to get in her panties. He's homophobic too, which doesn't really help me. My moms okay with me being anything, apart from a bully. However, when Dan found out that gay marriage had been legalised here in the UK, he started getting grossed out. Take a chill pill, piss baby.
As you may have figured out, I'm gay. Spam me with anon hate, I fucking dare you. Miss Jennings thinks I need "talk time" with her every Wednesday. It often relates back to my sexuality, which I hate. She makes me hold cuddly toys and talk about my problems. It's a red IKEA heart pillow with arms. I look like a dick, but she gave me the cushion to keep. It helps at times, y'know, screaming into it, venting to it. It'll never feel or hear a thing but it helps get feelings off my chest.
I'm a big guy, when I say big, I mean tall. Tall, with muscle. Due to this, it makes even more people afraid. I'm hoping someone sees past that.
So blog, that's about me.
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Blog of a Killer
Teen FictionJimmy Zolnerowich starts a blog because his councillor says it's a 'positive way to vent', he finds that his crush also has a blog too. Will he be able to confess his love, or will he be stuck on his ever-scrolling dashboard of loneliness forever?
