  Well, I had a pretty asswipe day. Went through shit at 2 in the morning. Like wtf? Thank God I didn't go to school today. I really need to sit and get out of this mess. 1) Mr. Spendar. What the fuck is going on? Like, what a stupid obsession.
*BANGS HEAD ON THE WALL, HARD* He's impossible, selfish, and yes, the totally wrong obsession. 2) Jason. I don't know what's going on. SHIT. God save me, please. 3) SPM, I need to fucking study. LET'S GET BACK TO PROFANITY. OH FUCK, HAD A PERFECTLY SHITTY DAY. I'M STUCK IN A SHITTY HOME DOING ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING. I'M BLOODY BEFUDDLED. I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M HEADING WITH JASON, MR.SPENDAR, OR ANY FUCKING ONE FOR THAT MATTER.
I'M FUCKING STUCK IN THIS HELLHOLE. WHY CAN'T I BE FUCKING STRONGER AND JUST DEPEND ON MY FUCKING SELF? IT'S SO FUCKING PATHETIC THAT I NEED COMPANY FOR ANY FUCKING THING. I BELIEVE I'M SUFFERING FROM EREMOPHOBIA. LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK? THIS IS ABOUT, THE LOWEST POINT OF MY FUCKING LIFE.
SHIT.
I FEEL SO FUCKING EMPTY. YET, THERE'S NO ONE FOR ME TO BITCH TO. WHAT? I BROUGHT IT ON TO MYSELF WITH MY FUCKING ARROGANCE AND TENDENCY TO TAKE PEOPLE FOR GRANTED?
FUCK IT! I NEED TO KILL MYSELF. ARGH, AND NO, I'M NOT FEELING SUICIDAL. FUCK IT. FUCK EVERY FUCKING THING. SHEESH. HOW CAN I GET SO BLOODY DEPRESSED OVER FUCKING GUYS? ARGHH. FUCK IT TO HELL AND BACK. I NEED BUBBA'S HELP.
SHIT.
THAT'S LIKE, SO FUCKING EMBARASSING. 
