Dear Diary thread
 

a focalized spot for this behavior.



DEAR DIARY: Here I sit at work, feeling like an alien. Balancing on the fine line between apathy and enlightenment, so immaculate. I aint tryna fuck the world, just tryna sell crack to it.

DEAR DIARY: here I sit. Taking my morning dookie. Preparing for the school day. Anticipating learning to occur. It is in discipline in action, and knowledge, that I will realize the overriding spirit of man.

DEAR DIARY: here I sit. Watching fagots call other fagots, fagot's. Wondering why none of these fagots live life like they preach it.

you are a child.

Im 15, actually.

yes, a child.

Why does everyone get so emotionally affected when I post. It's quite enjoyable; to a point that is. Eventually just gets annoying and confusing.

No need to be a cunt every chance you get.

http://1-media-cdn.foolz.us/ffuuka/b...8672934974.jpg

I see you are officially a Rawn-in-Training.. I have a word for this:

Rawnboarding.

Dear Diary: I literally spend my day educating kids with special needs. Each one of them is a miracle in their own way; through their drive, creativity, and willpower to overcome their circumstances. I'm good at my job, but why can I not get through to Aesthetic? Is there really someone too retarded for me to teach?!

fucking gone

oats da god

lmao DEAR DIARY: TODAY I WAS EMOTIONALLY AFFECTED BY COMMENTS ABOUT MY RAWNBOARDING AND BEING CALLED A PREBUSCENT FAGGOT SO I DECIDED THE BEST COURSE OF ACTION IN ORDER FOR ME TO PROCEED WAS TO ADMIT I'D BEEN HOUNDED OFF THE DISC BOARD AND PRETEND I WON'T BE BACK AS AN ALIAS LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. DEEP INSIDE I KNOW I INEVITABLY WILL, AS DOES EVERYONE ELSE. THERE FORE THIS ENTRY IS VOID AND I'M STILL A PREPUBESCENT FAGGOT, ONLY NOW IT'S JUST CLEARER HOW EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED AND VULNERABLE I AM TO INSULTS ON THIS FORUM.

FML.

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Dear diary: Go fuck yourself. I don't care if it's just 3 hours ago. The past is the past.

DEAR DIARY: That cafeteria lady was checking me out. I wonder if she would scream as I cut into her and tried to force a baby iguana into her womb. I am reading the meditations of Marcus Aurelius and I am thankful that I had a nintendo when I was growing up.

Dear diary: I am thankful for raingear. And most these faggots on this site are pussy ass faggots who haven't done a hard days work in their little pedicured lives...

Dear Diary: as the NASA Pleades Supercomputer continues to calculate the number of fucks that I can no longer give I find myself cold and distant to what I once considered to be "life". Do I want to live in a society where the term "Hick Hop" exists? Why do I work in an environment where dudes look like Michonne from The Walking Dead, the robot ninjas from Mortal Kombat and Lil Wayne with Sickle Cell? If space "continues to expand constantly" where was the end of space before it expanded? Is Dale Earnhardt in heaven? How do graphics get inside my Playstation 3 . And if the Madden Curse is real, why didn't we try putting Osama Bin Ladin on there back in the day? If God stubs his toe does be scream "me damn"? What if the Mogwai is eating at 11:59 and still chewing at the time the clock changes to 12:01? What if he's in a different time zone or Daylight Savings Time was in effect? Technically isn't every time "after midnight"? I mean theres no stated rule for what time is ok again to feed him. Chris Benoit, you think he's in heaven right now?

Where are Magic Johnson's aids?

my roommate and his girl are fighting unreally loud right now in the main room. shes sobbing atm. brb putting in music

Dear diary: I'm sitting here, talking to people on facebook before I'm going out bowling with a couple friends. I'm looking forward to it as it's finally a hint of a break from the strange. But even tho' I try to keep my life as normal as possible and do my best I'm constantly thrown in weird/off-putting situations all the time. Why do you do this?

Dear Diary: I now refuse to acknowledge the voices in my head. They still ask me to throw hot coffee in people's faces, they still tell me to master at work but I do different things. I feel I'm evolving now, everything seems new.

Dear Diary: I sit in this office and think...."titty-biscuits"...thats a fun word. My mind was blown the other day when I realized that the kids from the magic school bus grew up into the planeteers. fuck the pink panther.

Dear Diary: Everyday This earth blesses me with the gift of being able to witness it's ever changing beauty. The rise of our light. The electricity in the backdrop. When night relinquishes it's reign to the life giver. Two worlds meet and collide with such emotion that your feelings erupt and it explodes right before your eyes, in a super nova love bomb. Beauty is all around. Every little spec you see. Sense. Taste. Smell. Find your silver lining. You just have to look.

speck.

Dear Diary: hi, it's me again. Sorry I haven't been myself the last couple of days. I blame the media. Anyways, that's for listening. I'm off to take scuba diving lessons so that I may be one step closer to impregnating a manta ray.

Dear Diary: I just ate at the community college. They charged me full price this time. I read this and it seemed to stick out "such as are thy habitual thoughts, such also will be the character of your mind". How in the heck did the ghostbusters figure out a machine to contain the spirits they caught? I reminesce over Claire Springer...I wonder where she went. A friday afternoon here. Highways and byways were made across this country by the sweat of our forefather's brow. Be Jack Burton. Be Jack London. It is time we conspired to end this place.

Dear Diary: I am officially an asshole. I clowned too hard on a dude at work for wearing Michael Jackson's shoes. I should be better than this but I am not. I am also not so confident that I can maintain hiding in plain sight of humans. I feel they may start to notice me or catch on to my telepathic techniques. For black history month, I watched the porn spoof of the Cosby Show. I don't know if that is acceptable or not, I don't care. It's Friday and I've got shit to do.

there were two other mistakes (though the same error each time) and still nobody cares.

pushing hard for that pedantic dick status, aren't you?

I could of edited the shit out of it but it was an impulse. I have already come up with a betterer draft of it tbh.

actually, no, i was mimicing mael from the aowl thread.

but you are becoming increasingly saucy for your boy diode, english.

sup with that? you wanna write dear diary about it?

no. too laconic. mimicking*

mimic an interesting poster (if possible).

"good one"

Maël vs. Eŋg is the text rap Internet's most pedantic beef.

i don't like pedants.

diode be slower next time.

Only because he asked to be corrected, @Diode.