entry 8

Geek weridos, just tryna find a corner to hang.

People are panciking are some shit, where is that fucking bitch at.

*COUGH* aough, my inhaler the only friend that I even have...

Scream face already got sent to the Losers, teams are being switched, several people are at the brink of fucking death man...

Me?... surviving off of cigs... *COUGH*

I got a mechanical essence *COUGH* ... wished for, the hockey team, and now... now...

What am I even spitting shit out for.

None of this fucking matters anyway.

I used to be, killing people, just so I could make ENDS MEET from where I lived before at hawthorne. That addiction of doing the same thing here, the drug selling and all, even if it doesn't mean life or death now, it means something to me. Switchin—

The fuck?

Samuel, get in, now, you're late for our meeting. I'm trying to help you.

Fucking stupid—

You're still on the line.

Yeah whatever fuck you.

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