Cheat Engine

[Luigi]

Some stapled pieces of paper. Obviously a butthurt faggot:

Dember 25, 2008 - Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas.

That's what people say at Christmas, right? Except normally
they have someone to say it to. They have friends and
haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree with
nothing but an imaginary friend to talk to. They're not out
of their minds, they're not writing in a diary, and they're
definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a
spoon. I didn't speak to a single person today.
I figured why should I ruin their fucking Christmas. Thirty
minutes ago, I could've killed someone.
Or better yet, myself.


February 18, 2009 - My Birthday

Realizing that I am still writing in my diary with a cramped
wrist makes me feel sick of myself. Talking to myself every
day, more and more realizing how pitiful I am.
It's a shame to make one cup cake, sitting there with one
candle lit - by you. No one there to sing Happy Birthday to
you. You have no idea how it feels. Just me and you, diary.


March 17, 2009 - St. Patrick's Day

If you don't wear green, you get pinched. That's how
tradition goes. Well, today I'm wearing gray, but no one is
here to pinch me. Too bad no one has the guts to look at me
and say "Happy St. Patrick's Day" and mean it. Every day is
just a day closer to my death.



April 16, 2009

The sun is coming up, the weather is warmer, and the kids
are playing. In my early childhood, no one would let me be
in their group. I sat alone in the corner with my head in my
knees, just hoping for some attention. Nothing's changed
since then, until yesterday when someone left me a letter on
my doorstep. It said:

"Dear [censored],
It's been 3 years since we last talked. How have you been?
Lately, I've been unable to move out of one spot because of
lack of motivation.
- Mary"

I never did write back. It's uneasy writing to anyone
besides my diary. Though I will admit, this did bring a
little life back into my eyes.


June 5, 2009

Today, I opened my door to find someone who seemed to end up
exactly like me. She was looking down, at her toes, and with
the smallest mumble, she told me:
"Hello [censored]"
When I closed my door, I never heard from her again. Hours
later, I thought I had probably made the worst mistake in my
life. She could have been my friend. Then, I saw a piece of
paper slip under my door suddenly. The paper said:
"I understand your pain. Just come by at [censored] and we
can talk."
The moment I saw those words, I burned my diary. I only kept
a few pages, including this one, to look back at how
pathetic I was. Life is what you would call "good" now.



Seriously, I found these pieces of paper just next to the tree in my back yard.

[AndrewMan]

You obviously wrote this, so why?

WHY WOULD YOU WRITE THIS

[Luigi]

[Chidori]

Then you realize it was your dads

The plot thickens

[Derrden.]

>.>

[Luigi]

Bump, because its the funniest shit you could ever find in your back yard.