A/N: So, I know I should be working on my other fanfic, but uh... It's raining and this came to mind xD

Matt's Journal

September 18

Let me start by stating that everyone here, at Wammy's orphanage, if fucking insane. And I don't mean 'insane' as in the kind that describes someone who is acting a tad off. I mean asylum insane, the type that starts to make you feel like you're insane, even though you're not. That probably doesn't make any sense to you non-geniuses out there, but it makes perfect sense to me – the only sane one in this mental hospital. The insanity is the reason why I skip most classes. I can't deal with it, but hey I'm still third, so who the hell cares? Most certainly not me.

So, the reason why I'm sitting out here, in the pouring rain, writing in this damn notebook? Because a certain blonde with anger issues is tearing up our room because ranks came out. Don't worry, my games are safely hidden from that lunatic. Thank Princess Peach or who ever for that. Contrary to popular belief, I am not stupid. I'm am fucking smart, the smartest one here for that matter, I'm just too lazy. I love my games more than anything. And that means you too Mello. I love my games more than you. If you are reading this, Mello, I suggest you stop or I will actually attend classes and rank number one next month. So stop. I said stop!

God, maybe I am insane. Mello has enough insanity for the entire population of England. No, I am not exaggerating. And Mello STOP FUCKING READING RIGHT NOW! I don't want you in my head.

You know, the rain is relaxing. I love the sound of it spilling onto the earth and the fresh scent it gives off. This is my only solace. Like fucking Link going into a fairy fountain. Yeah. No one can find me either. It's just me, the rain, this sodden notebook and my goggles that are now fogging up. I hate everything. Really, I do. Except the rain and my games, I couldn't hate those two things. And Mello, if you're still reading; STOP IT. And yes, I even hate you. So the fuck what if I snuggle with you at night? It's because it's fucking COLD IN OUR ROOM BECAUSE ROGER IS A BASTARD. And Roger, if you're reading this, uh, yeah. Go fuck yourself. Go ahead, punish me, see if I care.

Yeah, totally going insane here. Eh, whatever. Being Mello's friend (I still have no idea why I agreed to that), insures death before age twenty. I accept it, so what? Not like I had much of a life anyway, but what can I say, I love my games. They're my addiction. That and the cigarettes that I DON'T smoke. Hear that Mello and Roger?! I DON'T SMOKE!

Okay, I think Mello is done raging up a storm in there and I'm going to get sick if I don't go in soon. Goodbye lovely rain and creeps who are reading this. Seriously, haven't you heard of privacy? Whatever, going in now, I can hardly see through these misty things anymore.

September 19

Aw, look Matty has a diary. You're such a girl, Matt. And really? FUCKING REALLY?! Everyone is insane? I, for one, am not insane, Matt. You are insane with your silly video games and virtual reality. And YOU are NOT a genius, Matt. Sorry to break it to you, but you aren't. Plain and simple. The only reason you're third is you ask me for the answers to three quarters of the answers on our tests. You're retarded, sorry, but it's the truth. You skip classes because you can't wake up in time!

I was not tear our room up, thank you very much, I was looking for something and I found it. Maybe it was your precious video games, you'll never know. And you told me YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN THEM SO DON'T DENY IT! That snuggling? You crawl into bed with me in the dead heat of fucking summer, so don't give me that shit. We watch movies together and kiss and hug and all sorts of shit, stop lying to yourself.

Yes, Matthew, you are insane.

MATT I FOUND YOUR DAMN CIGARETTES! AND I FLUSHED THEM DOWN THE TOILET. SO DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT BUYING MORE!

I WAS NOT RAGING, I WAS LOOKING FOR SOMETHING, I FUCKING TOLD YOU THAT. I HOPE YOU GET SICK YOU INSANE GAMER! WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU ARE GONNA DIE! Now if you'll excuse me I have a certain red head to murder.