Dear diary,
I HATE STRIDER! I HATE STRIDER'S FRIENDS! I HATE TEACHERS! I HATE TROLLS! (Even if I haven't encountered one yet.) I HATE EVERYTHING EXCEPT THE FOLLOWING: My mom, My brother, My friends, My possessions, Marion and My music. I did not include my self on purpose because I even hate my self a little bit. The point of the matter is what it is. When you read you assume I'm full of hate, and you're right, but I'm also full of love, Oddly enough. My brother is dead only to prove that no good deed goes unpunished. Marion my glich of a guardian angel tried to comfort me but I stand in no need of comfort for I cry alone and that's how it's always been and that's how it's going to be from now to all of eternity. "Eternity is a long time." You say, I know I'm stupid that way. I hate life, it sucks I'm better off dead. The only thing preventing me from doing such is my fear of the afterlife. I'm just a punk, a kid. I'm in highschool and nothing matters it's stupid. That's what I get for living.
Dear diary,
Here are some useless facts about me.
I like to make things, dance, sing. I love musicals. My chatter-talk name is SchizophrenicKid, namely because I have Schizophrenia My mom's company put some kind of chip in my head to stop the the hallucinations and I gained a link to any computer just as long as it has the chips APP and it connects wirelessly, that's cool because I can chat in class without anyone knowing, see and hear what is on the screen, listen to music, even play games My high score on Temple-run is 2,010.