Today was surreal. Yakkety sax had me in stitches, and so did that last step on the staircase. Exaggeration, obviously, but that's one bruise I won't forget.

Fading humanity. I have to say, it's getting easier. This will end badly. I am certain now. It is easy to be frightened but I keep pushing until something breaks. I already feel like something has broken. Sure, there's still the fear of pain. I'll overcome that hurdle eventually. Without the fear of consequence, I feel empowered.

I'm in a good mood.

Journals need to be engaging. I shall do my best. I'm mostly pleased to have submitted all of this poetry to DA, but also highly apprehensive. Silly, really. None of you are murderers in real life. And yet there's the hesitation.

As for school... there's not a lot to say. Currently malfunctioning under stress. I don't want to pretend to care anymore. Rage. I'm doing this instead of a french expose. How rebellious is that? And exams soon. Certainly not looking forward to those du tout.

I could find more things to say, but they would not be interesting. My self-loathing must be boring you already.

I liek pie? jajaja I am made of cardboard doobeedoo.

I'm signing off now. With dissatisfaction.

I'll try harder next time, promise.