The Power of Love

The way you look at me..

It's a sunday afternoon and I had nothing to do, so i started a journal or a diary or whatever the fuck you want to name it, there are a lot of grammatical and spelling errors tho, I didn't know how to Type back then, and it was 2002, no Auto Correct! I honestly don't care anymore, my grades let me leave, and my power to contribute to society has left me and now, i'm just a lonely hermit at home making books under an alias so no one really knows its me, the only people who really know me are my publishers and me, my family thinks i died or something, anyway my name is Jet and this is my story of how not to live your last years in highschool.

Day: 1 

Hello, I don't really know what to put in this damn thing, it's a sunday, i strted a new school, It looks like ass tbh. ANyway my dreded mother is makin me write this so i don't fucking kill myself or something, even tho i would much rather do that! So, thats my first entery, i might writ everyday or sumthin, i donut have frinds (hehe donut) 

Day: 3 

I meant to make an entery yesterday, but all i did was ply Spyro, because shooter games are grbage, anyway im going to bed, today i just saw some gurl she was emo so she was Fire. 

Day 6: 

I got really lazy She is so perfect, i luv her hehe, imma ask hur out on a date to see Blink-182, if they cum tew town, But anyway, ill do it tomarrow 

Day: 10 

NEVER AGAIN, WILL I LOVE ANOTHER GURL She made fun of my hair and MUSIC TASTE, FUCK HER AND HER RAWR, I WANNA FUCKING DIE!!!