Mikey way (author's note: a fun fact about me is that my b-day is on March 10th :DD)

March 8th, 2007

I'm 12-years-old and my name is di- Whatever, forget it. I got this from the... uhh... uhm... I don't know. Anyway, I will keep this notebook to myself to write whatever.

March 10th, 2007

I recently got home from my first day back to skool (I'm in 7th grade) and uuuhhh very paranoid with many things. Zim transferred schools, which, I'm very ecs..k?... tatic that happened because I don't have to constantly worry about Zim spreading an alien disease to everyone or something, however, I can't know what Zim's up to now, I'm afraid that he might... EXPLODETHEWHOLEWORDWITHOUTMEKNOWING!

(ノ*ФωФ)ノ self-harm and addiction warning chat !1!

I can't just... let it happen. I don't want to lose my home, nor do I want to die... maybe I do? I mean... people at skool tell me to kill myself or jump off a building... I don't know why they say that, but they say it's going to save the world if I do it... but I have a bad feeling that it's going to cost me my life. I'd rather cut myself and watchblood drip from my bodyinstead. I can't resist grabbing a small blade and doing it... I know it's wrong but it's so addicting. It turns me on so much... I cannot stop, it's impossible to convince me to stop... I cannot think straight anymore... I love it.