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[Daileh Few]

iamjack'sragingbileduct.

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mood: fuck'll.
listening to: the snot cocks.
eating: carrot.

So, this is a new school.
I hate it.
So far, Ezra and Sammii have broken up like a million times already, my new dorm mate is the schools resident Queen Bitch (and a total prude, too), and Joe sorta raped me.
Should I feel worse about that? I'm just mad at myself. Could've stopped it easily, and I totally deserved it. If I had actually wanted to fuck him though, it would've been really fucking awesome.
So now, because of that, the fucker's making me feel bad about the fact that everyone's wanting to kill him. Mort already got to him. Jackson and Ezra are probably gonna want a piece of him next. Hell, even Kjara did. I don't remember asking for her help, but whatever.

Oh, and for seriously, I'm gonna kill Charlotte soon. Don't ask. Just shut up.

Mort and I had like, a real date thing. It was the most awkward experience of my life. Like, you have no idea. That whole romance thing? I don't handle that well.
It didn't get fun until we started killing everyone in the restaurant. (What? This is us you're talking about--of course we did that.) He got me a scythe for Christmas, so I used it to hack off the waiters legs before we got started.
Creep deserved it. He was looking down my top.

Oh, and I kissed Ezra--nothing big, more like a family sort of kiss. Asher saw it, though. I just know that will come to bite me in the ass.

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[Daileh Few]

iamjack'sbrokenheart.

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mood: blah.
listening to: alphabeat.
eating: mac and cheese.

Joe and I are apparently cool again. Weird how that works out. He told Mort I liked it. I did. I guess it's fair. Though I am still messing with him. Not letting him sleep, teasing him every chance I get. Stuff like that.

Mort got me a scythe for Christmas. It's nice. I learned that, just as I can with people, I can absorb items too. Tested that theory on a bouncy ball. It worked so I did the same to the scythe.
I quite like it.

Killed some guy from Brazil. Mimes brought him all the way here to Wales. Slaughtered him and made him look inside out, then Mort teleported to the arctic and dumped him. Too perfect, if I don't say so myself.

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[Daileh Few]

iamjack'scoldsweat.

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mood: pissed.
listening to: vomit.
eating: vomit.

Ezra and Sammii are getting married.
They can't stay together for a month at a time and they're getting married.
Jackson's killing himself over it.
I talked to Ezra, he said he wouldn't. Then Jackson talked to Ezra (bear in mind that he really, really doesn't want them to) and he convinced him that they should get married.
I need new friends.
Mal seems cool. Let's exploit him.

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[Daileh Few]

iamjack'ssmirkingrevenge.

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mood: fucked.
listening to: wake hisses.
eating: snow peas.

Shit went down in the following order:

• Sammii and Ezra fought.
  
• Sammii left to go be emo.
  
• Ezra killed a bunny.
  
• Corey (new kid) sat there like a tit.
  
• Ezra decided to cut him up a little.
  
• Now he has a nice pretty heart on his arm. Oh, and a daisy too.
  
• Sammii got emo-er, and yelled at him. Saying that he need to change, blahblah, then cried because Ezra's trying to change him.
  
• I called him a hypocrite.
  
• Ezra said he's not gonna fall for the crying act anymore.
  
• Sammii gave the ring back.
  
• Corey went sobbing off.
  
• Sammii did too.
  
• Ezra and I killed some skank in Alaska.
  
• Asher tried getting them back together or something, because he's a tit.
  
• Jackson's starving himself.
  
• I fucked Mal.

Now, here's the better question: Where the fuck has Mort been through all of this? Who fucking knows. I fucked up again.
I'm gonna hear an earful from him when he finds out what I did--with Ezra, I mean.

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[Daileh Few]

iamjack'scompletelackofsurprise.

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mood: fucked, and i am fucking too.
listening to: screaming children and patrick wolf.
eating: rice pudding.

I fucked Joe again.
I don't know why, but I did.
I'm a fucking waste of flesh.
I can't believe myself.
How the fuck did I let this happen?
Fuck.
I stole his cigarettes. They smell like him--
Or maybe he just smells like cigarettes.
It's probably that one.
I am so screwed.
How Mort hasn't found out about Mal, I don't know.
But I just know he's gonna find out about this.

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[Daileh Few]

iamjack'swastedlife.

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mood: brilliant.
listening to: the echoes of joe's screams.
eating: revenge, served cold over peach sorbet.

One sign of Mort lately. He just came and went.
Do you have any idea how horny I've been? When we took Joe to the hospital today I fucked some random doctor. He must've been in his late 30's or early 40's. Still pretty good though, even if he couldn't control himself.
Then Seb and I just hung out in Joe's room.
They broke up or something.
I pushed Joe's buttons in all the right ways and sent him over the edge. He shoved me against the wall. He hit me. He threw me onto the floor. He kicked me. I haven't felt that good in a long time. I cried and screamed and got the nurse to come. I told her Joe was nuts, and that he started hitting me for no reason, shouting about how he wanted to kill me. They dragged him off to the mental wing. Security and all. It's better than what I did to Corey. He was screaming about how he's not crazy the entire time.

I'm on top of the fucking world right now.

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