Most boys grab their testes when they first wake up. But when I wake up, Im grabbing my phone. I wanna catch em all. Kids on the street harass me, but I still play Pokemon Go every day. My fav pokemon is kangaroo jack, which also happens to be my favorite movie. Sometimes I get hard when I catch a really good pokemon. The kids tell me, "grow up, you sunken eyed racoon freak!" ButI just gotta keep on ignoring THEM. Im getting depressed. Sometimes I dont wanna wake up anymore, but Pokemon Go continues to will me up even when nothing else will. Even my mom and dad hate me. I JUST DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO! Ive seen the abyss, and Ive contemplated all the dark thoughts one could imagine. The people talked big game, but now theres nobody to hear them in my basement. Theyre getting really thin and sickly now. Dont feem em. I caught them all, and now theyre all mine. Parents dont even know, not that theyd care anyways. They never end up caring about anything I do. By day, I catch more pokemon, by night I catch more unfortunate late night walkers. Some die from malnutrition and poor treatment. I spill bad acids on them and they cry hard. Good thing Ive got a soundproof studio in my basement. My dad used to make music to spread a "positive message". Nothing positive happens in here. I hurt them and I hurt myself. Sometimes i bite on them, but they cant stop me. Theyre too sick. Theyre bound and gagged, tho theyd have nothing worth saying if they could talk, they never did before. No wonder my eyes are sunken in, I got a lot of responsibilities to take care of! It takes a lot of work, it does. I bury them in a little dirt tunnel Ive built by the washing machine. Nobody bothers me down here. Ever seen Arsenic and Old Lace? Good movie. Anyways, gotta rap this blog up. Got bigger fish to fry. Why cant things be simple anymore? Life is too complicated and I wish I could just float away like a leaf on the breeze.

~ Jack Y.