Ok, so that isn't all I have to say... I have nothing to say other than I’ve been thinking that if I ever were to die, some people might actually dance of joy in my funeral. Among them: Eric Delton, Ashley Delton, Caterina Stocker (she currently hates me because she considers me an overprotective oaf) and the other names are currently meaningless. OK... so to some people I might be pushing it and being a bit dramatic but this is my journal and I say what I please goddamnit.
Thank you.
So today has been a fair day... the sky is dark, the moon is not out, no girl/guy in sight, my sister is locked up in her dorm and I have this perfectly good imbecile in my face. He doesn't get the fact that I'm stalling so that he doesn't see Ashley Delton. Yes, I am in her room right now. And for those who possess a sick mind, she is in the bathroom, washing her face because she was crying... and it has nothing to do with me... heartless bastards that don't know who to blame these days.
Ahem.
Had a fight with my sister because she just doesn't understand nor appreciate the fact that I am trying to protect her from assaulting freaks such as Eric. She just keeps having these silly ideas that Eric is a NICE GUY... we know better.
Ok, Ashley came out of the bathroom and she started to attack the freak. GO ASHLEY GO! hopefully she won't see what I am typing...
I should get a hobby... and broadcasting is not the best option.
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