November 25, 2009.
Dear, dear, deaaar diary.
Today sucked. S-U-C-K-E-D, as in, totally.
Not just sucking a lollypop, no no, not even sucking a filthy dick, but it got as far as sucking a lanternpole. Now, that's sucky.
Hmm..
I'm naming you Anne Frank.
I read her diary, by the way. It's awesome..
Life of a young girl, who neither lost hope, nor laughter, although all was taken away from her. Her life, her faith, her family.. Brrr.
Stupid Hitler.
It's up to us to make sure that never happens again.. Once our parents are done here, it's our turn, and I'm intending on showing the world that I am not just cute and physco, but I can also accomplish stuff.. What exactly that shall be.. Haaa, wouldn't you like to know? Just kidding.. I don't know. Let's see what the future brings..
Funny, I think, that how the future excist, and the past does too, the present is all that we should and are supposed to care about.
Because, what happened in the past, it's not happening again, and we're not going back there..
Future, we don't know what's going to happen, so why worry? Let's take it as it is, then push it into the folder labelled 'Past', and remember, forget, and relive the memories..
Blalabla. I'm a dumbass.. Shit son. Shit! I have to go do Lingua Latina.. Grgrgrgr. Die Gymnasium, die in paaain!
My Mum's stuck in yesterday, my Dad can't imagine tomorrow, and I'm trapped somewhere in between..
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