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What was I supposed to do? Not take my dysfunctional eye out? Craziness, I thought to myself as a put the black eye patch on that was engraved with a pink heart. Not like I can feel it anyways. I looked in the mirror, at all the scars on my face and my ratty white hair. I brushed it of course, but it was just fluffy. I would rinse my face with water if, you know, I could feel it, so instead I just stared at myself in the mirror and my drowsy blue eyes and my pale ass skin. I should eat something. I can still taste things so why shouldn't I? Would I die if I didn't? Can I die? Whatever. I still have an hour before school anyways.

I walked out of my bathroom, yawning in the process, proceeding to walk through my hallway and into my kitchen. Half the house was still dark as normal. Nobody else lived here. I make it work though, despite being sixteen. I opened my cupboards, searching through the shelves of cup-o-noodles and ramen bowls along with a few boxes of cereal. Ramen or cereal? Such a tough decision... I guess it depends on what silverware I have clean.

I opened my drawer that was filled with silverware. I should probably do the dishes.. I thought. No spoons. Ramen it is. I grabbed a fork with no real struggle,  looking back up into the cupboard, closing the drawer, and grabbing a ramen bowl. Glancing at my microwave, I opened the ramen bowl but to no avail. That shitty left over shit was left on there. You know when you go to open something but then you have to get through what the wrap didn't pick up? Yeah, that.

My solution? I stabbed through it, duh, tearing through what was left and setting everything on the counter next to the garbage can. The sink wasn't full at all. In fact, I rarely use my dishes. Most that I use are bowls, spoons and forks. So exciting. I filled the bowl with water and shoved it in my microwave with little force. I know your not supposed to, but fuck directions.

Instead of waiting the 3 minutes just standing there staring at it like I normally do, I decided I should get dressed. I walked back down the hallway, passing their bedroom. "Hi Mom, hi Dad," I said quietly as I passed it and opened the door to my bedroom. The smell was getting worse. Couldn't those bastards take the bodies with them instead of leaving them here? No respect man.

I picked out the same shirt I always wear. A pastel looking blue croptop with short sleeves, a tiny skull and crossbones image placed right above wear my left breast hangs. Mostly because I drag the left side of the shirt down. I took off my sweater and put my shirt on, grabbed my black ripped jeans with a chain attached to two loops on the left side. Shoes? Leather boots with fishnet socks. Beep-Beep-Beeeeep. Oh good. My ramen is done. It was about time. Did I leave my fork on the counter? I'm sure I did. Weird. I walked out, holding my breath as I passed them. I'll have to bury them soon.

My ramen was delicious, as always. 

Dear Diary,
School was boring. Same old same old. I'll do the dishes later. I think I'll bury my parents tomorrow now that the smell is getting worse. I miss them. I hate Kirami :) She'll be back soon.. Tomorrow is the weekend, I should probably work tomorrow. Maybe I'll buy something more than cereal and ramen. I'm gonna sleep on the couch. Goodnight Diary <3