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Oct 22

A Story. Dear Diary. A work in progress?

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To whom it may concern

Dear Diary? Dear Diary fuck me what am i doing dear fucking diary get a grip ya tool

Hello

Its day……………

Who knows what fucking day it is. Youre writing this because you got bored of talking to yourself then you got bored listening to yourself. Then you got bored talking and listening to yourself in your own head but for some reason you cant shake that voice inside your head. Its your own voice. I think its my voice I haven't spoken to myself in some time, I can't really remember what i sound like. Or you are talking to yourself you just forgot what it's like to talk to someone else that you don't know what you sound like.

How do i know what i'm not sure i know i can really tell anymore

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Let's hope nobody finds your “Dear Diary” you soft prick. Wouldn't want anybody thinking you have a potty mouth.

You haven't seen a person in…..Months Years. Shit i dont know a very long fucking time. Well not strictly true…... lots of the dead ones. They don't speak much. Or don't I speak much. Did they talk to me and i stopped talking to them or was it the other way round. No they were the ones that didn't talk at all the ones laying on the floor…….. the walking ones they do….dont they? Theyre angry i know that much.

Maybe you should try signing to yourself. Terrible singing voice…….I think. Can't remember any words just tunes. What the bloody hell was it. Dhum dhum dhum something something The bright something dhuim duhm di dum something Watch them grow….. Fuck me thats annoying.

Bollocks enough tonight put that fire out and sleep…….. OOOO yes boss. Shut up dickhead get some sleep Mr “Dear Diary”

Oct 30

Dear D,,,,,,,,,

 

Dont you fucking say it

 

dont you dare you soppy twat

 

DIARY

 

There now what you gonna do. HUH

 

I saw life the otherday...its taken me this long to process it. It was alive life not dead life im certain of it. Smoked like a chimey and just fire its gun off bang pop bang crack. I ran 10 paces. Youre right you ran you pussy until you realised I dont run. You werent being chased. It didnt even see you. I turn and stood watching it run around collecting things and shoot the dead alive. I wonder what they had said to provoke it... You just stood there staring like a gimp. i could have been one that got shot....... but you werent seen so stop worrying. I found other life too or previous existance.... still looked lived in though. you watch for a while. Bit stalky would you say....... I dont know more intrested I would say i guess. I think the worlds go a little crazy....... Not me though ive got it. Oh sure youre just fine, keep telling yourself that. That god damn song lop on loo on loop. That is driving me crazy. dum di dum dum di dum clouds of something something dum di di dum something something pretty in the sky. dum di di dumm dum di dum.

 

Stop smiling you idiot you look silly. Oh shut it. makes me happy......................... I think

 

 

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