ENTRY Nov. 27th 6:37PM
alas, i ventured to the fridge to find no hot pocket. when i asked of my father to go to the store for some more delicious bits of frozen chicken and tomato sauce he told me to "get a fucking job" and "lose some weight". my father is such a peon. i bet he's just jealous of my gigantic johnson. heck, who isnt
perhaps i should lose a few pounds. i shall have to switch to lean pockets...maybe tommorrow...yes tommorrow.
i wounder what marrisa's hair smells like. i bet it smells like flowers. beautiful flowers collected by a fair maiden from a pond near a castle of great beauty. and in that castle me and marrisa will make sweet music that will please the ears of the gods. and i shall read my scathing comebacks from i-mockery.net to her and we will laugh and laugh at those fools for being so ignorant! ahahahaha...ha...oh god i hate myself. i hate that i can never have her. i hate that she will end up with some frat boy only interested in her gulley hole. no one could ever love her like me, Jack the one and only man for marissa! oh god jack dont let the world see your tears...you're strong
as i wipe away my tears mother opens the door to check in on me. i turn away from her, i cant stand people to see me in my weakest. some day i will be stronger than everyone else. then all the jocks. some day i will be strong enough to resist the urge to cram my gullet with greasy products made by retarded mexicans who dont legally work there. some day...