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Open FA... I'm really boring aren't I?

Gonna represent the school in an archery competition this October something... Scared as hell and probably won't win but I'll do my best.

I'm only in fucking grade eight... why are they putting all the weight on me?

I came home this Thursday. It wasn't really that much for my bus mates that I was back, but when I reached the hallway I was like hearing cheers from my teammates telling me shouting, "YES NOW WE'RE COMPLETE!" It was weird... Why they did that I do not know, but it was weird... I did nothing during the trip to manila except visit the Living Dead and the Dead Living... it was kind of weird.

It was okay back then, but then I made cheers and then they tell me that I HAVE TO MAKE THE MASCOT'S COSTUME! And I'm the fucking mascot... shit... this sucks... but I'll just leave it all up to God... I guess. I'll wait and listen... but damn it... it's already next week...

Oh and height does matter in this world. I'm so fucking short.

Flush it down the toilet.

I'm learning to become a follower. God, tells me do this and do that. I'll tell him that I'll just follow. Damn it's been a hard week.

Practicing for the Archery competition was a great way to spend my time, but I ended up going back home. We took a four hour road trip to Dumaguete and we practiced for the rest of the day. Later I find out my uncle's dead and we have to go back to Cebu. THEN! I realize that my mp3 is missing and now I'm back home. No competition. Dead uncle. No music.

That's a truck load of shit right there. It's like a giant decided to take a shit beside our house. But you know what? I'm happy.

I'm joyful, I'm content, and I don't mind. I'm gonna go to Manila! Yay! I'm gonna go practice even harder for next year! Yay! And who cares if I don't have an mp3 JUST GIVE ME THE MIC AND I'll give you music! ..... maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

If you are reading this you may or may not know that Rey Philip Abad, also knows as 4-02. Is very depressed. As I'm typing this, he is upstairs. Locked up in his room. We do not know what he is doing. We are worried, but we can't do anything.
-Ram
Fuck fuck fuck... RP's doing it again. locked up in his room... I think I left my razor in there... fuck fuck fuck....... Gawd I hate myself right now.
-Cid
RP won't open the door. Someone help.
-Ryan
Okay this is what they write in their diaries, or say out loud. They're all a bunch of dumb pricks not knowing what I do inside my room. I don't cut myself. I confess. I hurt a lot, I'm in constant pain, and the devil keeps saying how much no one loves me. I proved him wrong. I beat him many times. The fact that I'm still alive shows it. Thanks for reading.