My birthday’s coming up. Five more days if I’m not mistaken. I’ll be turning a number. It’s a number that everyone should be familiar with. I’ll give you a hint. It starts with an ‘F’. Guess how many numbers start with ‘F’? I’ll give you another hint. A bunch.
I’ve discovered a new song today. It’s called “All Black” by Good Charlotte. It reminds me about well…me. I love black. It’s like my favorite color. I’ve grown up loving the color. Good Charlotte may just be my hero for writing this song. I love the All American Rejects too. You can never hate them. Their music is like poetry. But the good kind that people actually like listening to.
One hour later…
I just finished dinner. Again. I feel like it’s routine now. Eating. Sleeping. Going to the bathroom. Entertainment. More sleeping and eating. It’s all the same. What could be the purpose of life then? Nothing maybe. But then again everything. Hmmm…thoughts to ponder.
Tomorrow I’ll be talking about the people I absolutely hate. I mean the people I hate with all my guts. The nasty girls that love to harass me, then ruin my life all over again. They are the evil people I wish were dead. But it’s not like I’m going to kill them or anything. At least not in the real world. That’s why people dream…
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