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HOW THIS WAS POSTED TO CREEPYPASTA FROM A FACILITY WITH NO CELLPHONES OR PERSONAL ELECTRONICS OF ANY SORT IS NONE OF MY CONCERN.

March 16, 2014: I just watched the movie The Grey last night. Definitely didn't help with my sleeping, but gave me some things to think about. Throughout the entirety of the movie, while the 7 survivors of the plane crash fought tooth and nail to survive. I couldn't help but think about all of the normal things that were going on in other people's lives. While Liam Neeson was screaming at Jesus to help him and his dead, eviscerated friends, some 15 year old kid is sitting on his ass writing in his diary. Nobody's scolding him for not making any effort to help the men who were just devoured by wolves 10 minutes ago. He know that nothing could have been done about it, but if there's nothing wrong with sitting by and letting innocent people's brains being chewed out. Then why the hell should he make ANY fucking effort, to help some starving asshole 3,000 mi away? He can't do anything to save them, unless donating a penny every week is going to make an impact, those unfortunate saps are out of luck. Somebody just died right now. As I am writing out these words, somebody is dying a slow, painful, lonely, agony ridden death. But it doesn't matter, they're dead. And now somebody else has just been born into a loving family. The cycle goes on and on, and nobody gives a shit, not even me.

April 20, 2014: Merry fucking 420! #420blazeit. That collection of letters, numbers, and symbols has probably been posted on nearly every social media page too many times to count. Although I did partake in the festivities today, I can't help but want to rip the throat out of every god damn stoner I come by. They saunter around, thinking about how unique and cool they are. All just for sitting around all day, smoking weed, watching Netflix, and playing video games. They act like when they smoke weed they're enlightening themselves spiritually, and embracing a more creative side of themselves. It's just humans being humans I guess. We do the most idiotic, pointless things, then try to come up with a reason for why it's "necessary". The Crusades, Holocaust, Salem Witch Trials, slavery, etc. We then come to the stunning realization that...........They weren't actually necessary!! Then we try to say that nothing like that will never happen again, about 30 years later. Bam, it happened again. Woopsie daisies. We forgot about last time.

May 23, 2014: Did not have a good day today, passed out in class. Some jackass woke me up, I stabbed him in the wrist with my mechanical pencil. Teacher screamed and sent me to the office. The police arrived shortly after. They told me that the kid could have bled out if the EMT's didn't arrive in time. Got a ticket for aggravated assault, was expelled, and am have a court case tomorrow. Still can't sleep. All I know, is that I want to find the fucking dumpster slut kid that woke me up in class. I want to find him, paralyze him somehow, then rip the cuticles straight down all of his fingers, and watch him struggle trying to keep the limp, still living skin hanging from his knuckles from rubbing against the rough carpet on his floor. I want to hear the futile screeches pour out of his mouth, until it sounds like he's had Drain-O poured down his throat with a funnel. I want him to understand that his only option for comfort will be to bite off the thin strips of skin that were once his cuticles, and the front of his fingers. Even if he was murdered, and everybody at what was once my school heard about it. I doubt that any more than 20% of the children who go there would feel any sorrow for the poor kid. They would feel something though, fear for their own god damn lives and nobody elses. I think that I will sleep well tonight.

June 16, 2014: Tonight is the night. Just got back from the juvenile detention center yesterday. I hated it there, I hated the people there. But I wanted to feel my hands inside of the fucker from last month so badly that I forced myself to stay calm. The psychiatrist said that I was stable and free to leave. He probably has a fake diploma. Fuck everything I said in earlier entries of this diary. None of those things matter at all. I am here, I AM STILL ALIVE. ME. Everybody has their own little world. Our own little bubbles, where we feel like we can't be hurt.... What if you really can't be hurt. What I'm trying to say is, that feeling of invulnerability is most likely real. The way I see it, if you're not afraid, then what can hurt you? If we really do have our own little worlds, then in mine. I should be pretty damn invincible. And after tonight, I'm going to test my theory until I am either proven wrong, and the world really isn't all in my head. Or I end up being right, kill every single character in my head, and then proceed to off myself by way of Gillette Pro-glide Fusion to the throat. This first one tonight.......This one's not for research, it's just for fun.

July 16, 2014: In my first few entries, I mentioned the cycle of human life. In my most recent entry, before this. I said fuck all of those things. I couldn't have been more wrong. Tonight is the one month anniversary of my first attempted murder. I snuck in, knife in hand. Ready to kill the fucker. But we turned out to have the same troubles with sleeping. Long story short. I was stabbed in the abdomen, and then picked up by an ambulance. Have you ever seen your half digested food pour out of your belly and onto the floor, and inside of your body? I was spared a trip to juvie because they said I had poor mental health. They instead decided to take me to mental rehabilitation clinic, the second I recovered from the stab wound I was put in a taxi, and sent on my way. The decisions I've made recently have been terrible... I am disgusting. Everything that I've written in this is disgusting. There is no bubble, and there is no cycle. All that those things were was an angsty, sleep deprived teenager with no knowledge of the world, trying to sound deep. I in all honesty wanted to kill that kid because I thought it would get me a girlfriend (there are some strange trends going on these days). I wasn't ever mad at him. I managed to find an elastic band lying around the crafts center here. Think that ima go off myself.

This be my first Creepypasta. I don't ever write for fun, if this was a terrible creation then please tell me in the comments and I'll delete it, unless there is no delete function. Then you're all kinda fucked :/