Cheer Up Emo Kid
The sixth entry.
June 12, 2008
Dear Diary,
Dude, I’m sorry I haven’t written in forever. It’s just, a lot has been going o. Okay, you remember how I said I got suspended? I was really sad about it. Really sad. Like, hardcore sad to the max. So one night, when my parents worked late, I picked the lock on the medicine cabinet and got out my dad’s electric razor. Then, I observed the bottles of narcotics, and grabbed Viagra. [Dad says he needs them to ‘work-out,’ whatever that means.] Zachy talks about Viagra in history all the time. He loves the “VIVA VIAGRA” commercials. Anywho. I now how pills to offset the shakes [from ze cuts] to offset the pills, and so on. I definitely needed some hardcore DRUGZ, though. Ah, god bless my stash of LSD right behind my Trent Reznor poster. It would’ve been too quiet here, though, you know? Being home alone and all. That’s why I’m glad I had my lovely playlist:
“Loveless Wrists” by Bayside
“Black Night” by Time Again
“Born To Die” by Anti-Flag
“Ohio Is For Lovers” by Hawthorne Heights
“Adam’s Song” by Blink-182
“Die, Die, My Darling” by The Misfits
“Blame It On Bad Luck” by Bayside
“It’s Okay To Be Hating Yourself And Wanting To Die” by The Laurie Berkner Band
God, what would I do without my “Saturday Night Special” playlist? Anywho, after I knew the LSD had kicked in, I plugged in the razor and began cutting away. [I read somewhere, or heard, that if you don’t NEED to use the PedEgg, you’ll end up cutting off a layer of your own skin. I wonder if this razor’s like that.] Then I proceeded down the hallway and to the fridge for a nice, healthy, refreshing glass of formaldehyde [Mom works with that stuff.] to wash down the Viagra I had just overdosed on. We did not have any formaldehyde, though, so I settled for hummingbird food. Tasted sweet. :] I went on back in my room, and just blacked out. I remember waking up in a hospital room with my parents sitting in tears on the nearby bench. When I finally regained consciousness, I was informed that they had to put charcoal in my stomach to burn out the Viagra, and stitches on my wrists to stop the bleeding. I really do like the stitches, though, because I adore the attention I’ll get.
Kind of a flashback there. But, I really do want to get better, ‘cause I’m gonna start applying for colleges soon, and they’ll probably ask something ridiculous such as, “On average, how many days have you been absent a year?” [It was at least seven for the whole “episode.”] Anyways, yeah. Nice chat. I think I’mma contact To Write Love On Her Arms and buy a bunch of shirts. And have a gay old time. But, see ya for now. Nice chat. =D
Cheers,
KF
Dear Diary,
Dude, I’m sorry I haven’t written in forever. It’s just, a lot has been going o. Okay, you remember how I said I got suspended? I was really sad about it. Really sad. Like, hardcore sad to the max. So one night, when my parents worked late, I picked the lock on the medicine cabinet and got out my dad’s electric razor. Then, I observed the bottles of narcotics, and grabbed Viagra. [Dad says he needs them to ‘work-out,’ whatever that means.] Zachy talks about Viagra in history all the time. He loves the “VIVA VIAGRA” commercials. Anywho. I now how pills to offset the shakes [from ze cuts] to offset the pills, and so on. I definitely needed some hardcore DRUGZ, though. Ah, god bless my stash of LSD right behind my Trent Reznor poster. It would’ve been too quiet here, though, you know? Being home alone and all. That’s why I’m glad I had my lovely playlist:
“Loveless Wrists” by Bayside
“Black Night” by Time Again
“Born To Die” by Anti-Flag
“Ohio Is For Lovers” by Hawthorne Heights
“Adam’s Song” by Blink-182
“Die, Die, My Darling” by The Misfits
“Blame It On Bad Luck” by Bayside
“It’s Okay To Be Hating Yourself And Wanting To Die” by The Laurie Berkner Band
God, what would I do without my “Saturday Night Special” playlist? Anywho, after I knew the LSD had kicked in, I plugged in the razor and began cutting away. [I read somewhere, or heard, that if you don’t NEED to use the PedEgg, you’ll end up cutting off a layer of your own skin. I wonder if this razor’s like that.] Then I proceeded down the hallway and to the fridge for a nice, healthy, refreshing glass of formaldehyde [Mom works with that stuff.] to wash down the Viagra I had just overdosed on. We did not have any formaldehyde, though, so I settled for hummingbird food. Tasted sweet. :] I went on back in my room, and just blacked out. I remember waking up in a hospital room with my parents sitting in tears on the nearby bench. When I finally regained consciousness, I was informed that they had to put charcoal in my stomach to burn out the Viagra, and stitches on my wrists to stop the bleeding. I really do like the stitches, though, because I adore the attention I’ll get.
Kind of a flashback there. But, I really do want to get better, ‘cause I’m gonna start applying for colleges soon, and they’ll probably ask something ridiculous such as, “On average, how many days have you been absent a year?” [It was at least seven for the whole “episode.”] Anyways, yeah. Nice chat. I think I’mma contact To Write Love On Her Arms and buy a bunch of shirts. And have a gay old time. But, see ya for now. Nice chat. =D
Cheers,
KF
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