FUCK EVERYTHING! YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN BOTHER TO LIVE. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I AM LIVING FOR. FOR GOD? I'M A HEATHEN SO YA. HOW TO LIVE FOR GOD? EXAMS. DRIVING ME UP THE WALL AND INTO THE SKY. JUDE. YEA. WHERE THE FUCK IS HE? LIT PAPER IS A MASSACRE. DIDN'T FINISH THE PAPER. FUCK. I'M DEAD. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. I SHOULD REALLY REPLACE THE WORD FUCK WITH FLOWER. THERE'S THIS LIT TEXT THAT IS CALLED "FLOWERS FOR ALGERNON" SO IF WE REPLACE FLOWERS TOO, IT WOULD BE "FUCKS FOR ALGERNON". THAT WOULD BE INTERESTING.

WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY. MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY. TO SEE A MARCHING BAND.