Jan 12, 0000



When my gran
journal instead of paying rent. I was hoping he would learn something.
He did.

Just not enough.

When my grandson came to live with me, I told him he had to keep a
journal instead of paying rent. I was hoping he would learn something.
He did.

Just not enough.




Dina broke up with me. By email. She said it wasnít fair for her to have a boyfriend she cou
really be with.

As if I wanted to come here. As if it was my fault.

When I could see her at school a
KILLING me and sometimes I canít fucking sleep and I keep thinking about her. I do it under the
blankets thinking about how sh
top button of her blouse undone I could see down her shirt to w
snugged into the top of her breast. I hate her and I want to fuck her and I want to cry. When I
try to watch CHU it seems rea
would like to bend rebekah over the arm of the couch and fuck her. Iím such an a
being like that. Dinaís right to break up with me. Iíve tried praying for Jesus to take away my lust
and anger but it doesnít help and then Iím

I canít believe I just wrote that.

Everything is all mi
bathroom.

HOW COME NONE OF MY SO-CALLED FRIENDS GIVE
OUT HERE ROTTING? FUCK YOU ALL!


Dina broke up with me. By email. She said it wasnít fair for her to have a boyfriend she couldnít
really be with.

As if I wanted to come here. As if it was my fault.

When I could see her at school and stuff I wanted her, you know. Cause sheís hot. But now its
KILLING me and sometimes I canít fucking sleep and I keep thinking about her. I do it under the
blankets thinking about how she would lean forward over her desk sometimes and if she left the
top button of her blouse undone I could see down her shirt to where the elastic on her bra just
snugged into the top of her breast. I hate her and I want to fuck her and I want to cry. When I
try to watch CHU it seems really stupid and I canít pay attention to anything except how much I
would like to bend rebekah over the arm of the couch and fuck her. Iím such an asshole, I hate
being like that. Dinaís right to break up with me. Iíve tried praying for Jesus to take away my lust
and anger but it doesnít help and then Iím mad at him and I want to say Fuck You, Jesus!

I canít believe I just wrote that.

Everything is all mixed up. It sucks that I sleep in the living room. It sucks that we only have one
bathroom.

HOW COME NONE OF MY SO-CALLED FRIENDS GIVES A RATíS ASS THAT IíM STUCK
OUT HERE ROTTING? FUCK YOU ALL!


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