Sup, fags.
I'm back to bitch and moan about life. Mine isn't terrible, but it sucks nonetheless.
My uncle finally fucking left.
It's a shame.
I was even closer to killing him than before.
But he's out of my life for now, and apparently sleeping on a park bench.
If that wasn't his own fault, I'd feel sorry for him.
Maybe.
But it is. So I laugh.
Seriously.
I'm laughing right now.

Anyway, it's the first day of a 3-day weekend. Thank god.
I hate the people at my school almost as much as I hate my uncle.
Almost.
But I can handle them.
For now.

But my sanity is still completely intact.
So I won't be doing anything insane.

Anyhow, I'm off.
Later, fags.

It's been forever since I was last on Newgrounds.
And it's the first time I ever had any sort of interaction, other than comments and voting.

Well, life sucks.
That pretty much sums up everything that's been going on.
Fucking bullshit.
As much as I hate school, I hate weekends more.

At least, I hate them as of recent.
My uncle, whom I have literally tried to kill in the past, has spent the last few months on my couch.
I guess he didn't get the message when I whipped a knife out on him while he was snacking on the food I bought and stealing MY money.

Well, tomorrow I'll be out of the house. I won't have to look at his fucking face for six or seven hours.
I can't wait.

Being anti-social isn't that helpful in life.
But it's fags like him that make me realize that if I hung out with most of the people on this planet, I'd end up wanting to fucking kill myself.
In fact, I've already thought about it.
But then I thought about going on a murderous rampage through the streets.
Which was followed by thoughts of a murderous rampage through the streets ending in suicide.
That was my favorite.
Too bad I have common sense.
If I didn't you'd see me on the 5 o'clock news.

Later, fags.