It's 3:33 am and like pretty much all days I've been watching videos on YouTube. I saw a video about a few famous people that wrote diaries. I think I can just write down the weird or interesting parts of my day. I guess I'll begin with my morning.

I woke up around 6ish and got ready to drive to high school. I have a hard time with milk when I wake up so I eat one of those bars that is suppose to have a lot of nutrients. I get in my 2016 year car and start my morning commute. I notice my gas is about half way so in a few days I'll have to remember to stop for some gas. I avoid getting into a 6 car wreck on the way to school which is something I probably think way too much about. It's so easy to lose focus while daydreaming and crash killing yourself and possibly another unlucky person and yet most people are way too ok about being on the road but then you got a rather large amount that kinda freak out about going on planes. I go through my day as I always do, that consists of chatting with friends and not really paying attention to the teacher, and then I have my break between classes. My friends and I always eat lunch together. Now that I think about it, it would be so crazy to not have them there now that we've been together so long. Any one of them gone and the rest would no longer know what to do. I ate with thing and thought on what was in my food. Meat, cheese, and pasta. That’s all I need for the rest of my life. After eating I go talk to some other friends of mine. We have a pretty great time just chatting about random stuff. Then I have to go to class so I say bye. There's a test and the teacher holds us in class until the bell rings. We all pile out of the building. The sun is still out. Not in sight but not twilight either. The other tall trees block the setting sun. I walk to the cross walk and wait for the busses to stop so that I can cross. There's an elementary school kid walking behind me in a rush and he brushes my leg.

I'm in a room surrounded by soft padding. My clothes are so constricting to the point that I can't get my arms out from underneath them. And so I sit there. I don’t move, I don’t blink, and I certainly don’t breathe. They come in and beat me with their shiny batons until I cry out. They drag me out and tie me to this machine. They say that they will uncover all my secrets but I don’t know what they're talking about. I just sit there in the corner hoping for something to come along and take me away. They come in again and beat me. This time they leave me in a pool of spit and blood. They didn’t have to drag me anywhere they just came because they felt like it. I curl up on the floor and cry. My tears mix in the liquids on the floor. I reach up to wipe them from my face. My arms have come loose. They beat me so savagely to the point that a tear had occurred along the seam of the restrictive clothing. I dip my hand into that redness on the floor and begin my vengeance.

The little kid says sorry and I just nod in a cool way to let him know it's alright. I walk to my car and drive home. Not the most super eventful day but as I lay here I figure I can use this time to write. I am thinking that if I let some steam off my chest I'll be able to sleep.