Fifteen
I hate school. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it! They took my book-of-plots-to-rule-the-world off me! And then, if that wasn't bad enough, I got yelled at by the teacher for most of lunchbreak and then they sent me to this room with the creepy lady for an hour after school when I could have been blowing stuff up and… stuff. Apparently torturing fluffy things is a bad thing to do: I never thought so but oh well. Also I'm apparently a 'clinically insane sadistic kleptomaniac' whatever that is. Oh well, what else is new? Nothing else, that's what: well except for the fact it just went past midnight and its now tomorrow, which is now today, so today is yesterday and… fuck my head kills.
Anyways did I tell you hot much I hate school? It is a pain in the neck: if I were masochistic at all I wouldn't care, but contrary to popular belief I'm not a sadomasochist, just a sadist. Hence what that 'coucill… counca… count dorkula or whatever in the name of fuck's arse she was called diagnosed me as.
I wonder whether a diagnosis is like a dinosaur: I dunno why but they sound the same to me: maybe its coz they both begin with a 'd', which looks kind of like a backwards b, but Bakura and dinosaur don't sound anything alike so meh. I'm confuzzled now; this is unnifty. Bakura wanna talk about himself in the other person (dunno the actual name thing for it cept it isn't 'I'). Bakura remembers now that Marik said to him that a Bakurasaurus or something was a type of dinosaur, but Marik is a nut. Baurka is bored… Bakura will go and drink some window cleaner. Byebye!