Dear Die-ary, During my increasingly frequent sleepless nights, I have decided that reality is a completely trivial matter. There is no way we can know for sure if anything exists. for all I know I am the only real being in existence. Everyone else is in equivalence to a video game character. They don't exist unless they are interacting with me. I don't even know if I exist. On one of the nights when I do get sleep, I sometimes dream that I am someone else. I wake up confused and disoriented. I'm afraid that I'll wake up one day and the Johnny that I know know will really be a Kevin somewhere and all this has just been some over-elaborate dream. Maybe I just need to sleep. NO!! I won't sleep!! This insomnia is just my body telling me it's superior to everyone else's. Less down time. I'm more officiant. That's it they have all lied to me about what I need. Sleep, Food, People. I don't need or want those things. Sleep leaves you confused. Food inevitably leads back to hunger. And people... I especially don't want people. Why in the hell would I want something so bothersome, so evil. They find enjoyment in mocking others. They don't care if there are any side effects. It's funny so fuck the little fagot. one day I'll get those fuckers. I hate them so much. They will all DIE!! Maybe I am crazy. How does one tell? The logic is clear, They are the cancer spreading amongst an already overpopulated world. Lets trim the fat so that the worthy may play. Can I be right when so many believe I'm wrong? What if I'm the only sane person here? Is that any better than being Insane? I just don't know anymore. maybe I'll kill myself... Maybe I'm the asshole... maybe I go against humanity by not 'fitting in'... Fuck them. SELF PRESERVATION!! Someone must die!! If I die the world is rid of me. if they die the world is rid of so many more evils. I will fight these assholes to the end. Fuck whats right and wrong, my enemy is among the people who decided what right and wrong were. MY own morals. MY own life. All I have is logic to guide me. My feelings have been tainted by society. These may be my last words. tomorrow I'll start at my school. Blood and gore lie in my future. God, I hope I'm not crazy.
-Johnny C., 4/29 3:34AM.
A/N Johnny belongs to JCV. This particular view of Johnny's high school self belongs to me. This is in no way a call to arms or a cry for help. It is PURE FICTION! this is a cry for help HHHEEEEELLLLPPPPPP!! OH GOD IT'S GOT MY LEGS!! BLAAHHFFFFMLAH!! See the difference? - Tasty Cheez. "Sex teh chickens!"