Fuck. It's really too bad. You know. That I have to keep reading your journals. Not that I have to, but I just started. And I'm beginning to understand....

You should fucking cheer up! I'm more fucking whacked out than any of you. And you're crying about your parents, girlfriends, and boyfriends!

Hey dipshit. Cheer up. At this age, you're only going to die by accident.

Get fucking laid or jerk off. Quit crying.