I REALLY NEED TO VENT RIGHT NOW ABOUT ALL THE SHIT GOING ON RIGHT NOW IN MY LIFE. OKAY, FIRST OFF, ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE WHO UNDERSTAND ME IS AVOIDING ME BECAUSE... I DON'T KNOW. MY FRIENDS ARE REALLY GETTING ON MY NERVES. MY FRIEND TREVOR IS ACTING LIKE AN IDIOT. MY COUSIN IS ALSO ACTING LIKE AN IDIOT. MY COUSIN KATLYN IS ACTING LIKE AN IDIOT. I BEAT ALL MY GAMES. I HAVE "FRIENDS" WHO ARE EITHER AVOIDING ME ENTIRLY, OR ARE DEAD. I HAVE NO CIGGARETES. I'VE GOT ALOT OF PEOPLE CRUSHING ON ME AND I'M HONESTLY GETTING TIRED. MY PARENTS ARE APPERENTLY NOT GETTING A DIVORCE NOW, AND APPERENTLY THINGS ARE "BACK TO NORMAL." NO. MY DAD BEAT MY MOM AND KICKED ME OUT. YOU DON'T JUST CONTINUE WITH THAT. MY FAMILY ISN'T TAKING ME SERIOUSLY. I'M HAVING MARE TROUBLES, IT'S REALLY HARD TO LOVE PEOPLE NOW. I'M HAVING TROUBLE LOVING PEOPLE THAT I USED TO LOVE. THE URGES ARE GETTING WORSE. THERE ARE FRUIT FLIES SWARMING AROUND IN MY ROOM. I HAVE NO HOT WATER, NO FOOD AND ALMOST NO INTERNET. THERE'S THIS ONE GIRL THATI LOVE AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW AND SHE FOUND A MATE. I'M GETTING CONFUSED ABOUT MY FUTURE. JUST GAAH. I HATE PEOPLE SOMETIMES.

FUCK.
ALL MY GAMES I'VE ALREADY BEAT OR THEY JUST BROKE.
I BEAT DUST
I HATE BAD COMPANY 2
I HATE MINECRAFT
I BEAT BIOSHOCK
I BEAT BIOSHOCK 2
I'M GETTING BORED OF FABLE.
I BEAT FARCRY 3
I HATE SKYRIM
I'M GETTING BORED OF BORDERLANDS 2
DANTES INFERNO IS BROKE.
CALL OF DUTY 4 SUCKS
MW3 IS RBOKE
I AN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET THE SECRET ENDING ON DEADRISING
I BEAT DEADRISING 2
FALLOUT 3 IS GETTING ANNOYING
THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY IN HELL I'M PLAYING HAPPY WARS.
THAT ONE GAME THAT WAS FRE WITH GOLD THIS MONTH IS BORING
I WISH I HAD MORE PEOPLE TO PLAY XBOX WITH.
FLARE, I KNOW YOU HAVE XBOX LIVE, YOUR FAMILY IS RICH
CAIN, GET ON DEADRISING 2 SO WE CAN BE SAD ABOUT THINGS AND RUN AROUND IN A BANNANA HAMAC AND MOHAWKS WHILST KILLING ZOMBIES WITH DILDOS AND GET DRUNK AND SHIT.
MAXXIE, GET GOLD AND A MIC DAMN IT
ZETSUMEI, GET GOLD AND A MIC
SILLYDASHY, I LITTERALT FORGOT YOU HAD AN XBOX LIVE ACCOUNT:

TELL ME

SOMETIMES YOU APOLOGIZE OVER THE WIRSEST SHIT. YOU BE LIKE: SORRY FOR BEING SORRY ABOUT BEING SORRY ABOUT THAT ONE TIME WHERE I WAS SORRY ABOUT BEING SORRY. (Joking, of course.)

You see, love is not a luxary, it is however, a want, but an understandable one. Love and Lust are two completly different things, okay. So they should not be associated together. You see, love is not needed for life yes, but it sure ass hell makes it a hellofalot better. To have someone there for you when you need them most. Think of it like this. You know when you play a game, and then DLC comes out? Well, as much as you play that game, it's never really omp,ete without the DLC. Love and life are all the same. Life can be good yes, but it's not really complete without love. Yes, life without love can be good too, bur, life with love is so much better. I just thought I should say that. Also, people that have never experienced love and/or had a mate shouldn't talk about love. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, FAGGOT? A.K.A  PHRESH
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to jack off to Princess Ruto Rule 34.

My back is fucking killing me. I can't walk,the pain fucking hurt like a bitch.

Hopefully sleeping will make these hilucenations and voices go away. K bai.

We just had a fire in my house. We're all okay but I'm freezing. We're all outside waiting for the smoke to setlle.

So, yea, I guess just say what you wanna be I guess......
 PHRESH IS ALREADY MY PIMP.  SILLYDASHY IS MY BITCH.

STOP JERKING UNCONTROLLABLY.

U WOT M8? IYL KNOCK U IN DA GABBA I SWEAR UN MI MUM

Well, my dad kicked me out. My mom got pissed and threatened to smash my dads oh-so-precious Xbox with a hammer and he beat the shit out of her for it. So, now, they're getting a divorce. My mom's starting to treat me better, but now my dad treats me 3x worse than mom ever has. So, now, if anyone asks, I don't have a dad. I hope mom asks for the Xbox in the divorce. Because if she doesn't, I'm smashing it along with Chris's skull. (My used to be dad's name is Chris.) So, yea, I just wanted to update with that.

(Epic electric guitar intro.)
(Low, growly scream.)
YEAH!!!
FIRE
BURNING DESIRE
MAKE
THE SKY GO HIGHER
LAUGHING
VOICES INSIDE YOUR HEAD
I MAKE THEM DEAD
SINNER
JUST A BEGINNER
DOOMED
THERE IS NO WINNER
YOUR MOTHER IS CRYING BECAUSE YOU'RE DEAD
BULLET TO THE HEAD
BLOOD
INSIDE YOUR VEINS
RELEASED
ONTO WHITE PAINTINGS
CORRUPTION
TURNS THEM BLACK
SACRAFICE
SOME DEPERESSED SADSACK
SATAN
LOVES BABY BACON
KILLING
IS MY FAVORITE PASSTIME
I DON'T KNOW WHY
BIRTHDAY
A TIME OF HAPPY
DEATHDAY
A TIME OF NAPPING
SLEEPING
AS YOUR SOUL BURNS IN HELL
HOPE THINGS GO WELL
CLOWN
MOVED INTO TOWN
TURNING FROWNS
UNSIDEDOWN
SMILING
AS HE SPLITS OPEN YOUR HEAD
YOU ARE FOUND DEAD
DEMONDS
DANCING AROUND
EATING
A HALF DEAD HOUND
LITTLE TIMMY
MISSES HIS PET
USING A BARRETE
50 CAL.
(For the record this song was not meant to be taken seriously. So don't bitch at how bad it is.)

Mom and dad went to a food bank! We finally have enoough food to have an actually meal! Yaaay!

That only goes for people I don't know. Everyone I do know can call me whatever you want.

PLEASE, FUCKING CALL ME CONNOR. NOT GAK NOT BETA CONNOR. CONNOR OR FAGGOT, EITHER IS FINE.

OFF QUICKSCOPING ON MW3.

GUESS WHO GOT THERE TV BACK? ME. XBOX GAMING, HERE I COME.

Insanity, is like this. Sometimes it's human nature. Other times it needs a little.... motivation. Someone I know all too well, someone Ive known since I was born his insanity just kinda.... slipped through the cracks. Every day the urge grew stronger, but, he held it back..... and it's been pounding at the walls of his mind. Like a damn, it can only hold so much back before it gives way and people die. Like a dead fetus, once a thing of exitment, gone horribly or.... delightfully wrong. Thoughts wander... things are contemplated.... then shot down. Thoughts are like ninjas.... never shown to the world, but they all the more deadly..... depending on who you talk to. Things change.... love is turned to rage and rage is turned to thoughts. And thoughts are like.... well you know. Alone and abandoned, like a child missing a mother but, surrounded by people I don't know, but do. Behind a mask, there true face revieled. End of thoughts.

Thank god FA is back on. Mom and dad've been especially nasty lately. Please, I missed you all so much. I could use some friendly faces right about now.

Apperently, the dumb bitch was bluffing. I'm not gunna lie, I really wanted to go. At least there I would be treated like a human being. I'm really sorry about this whole mix up. I meant what I said in my last journal though, you are more family to me than my real family is. I owe every single one of you. You all are my family
iin bond. I love you all.

I threatened to kill myself and my family and my mom's getting me put into a perminent mental hospital. I have no parents and I have no sister. All they do is treat me like garbage. You all are my family. I have no blood family.

Gak was a rape baby. His father was a fox and his mother was a kangaroo. His mother lived in a small shed in the middle of nowhere. When she had him, she grew very ill, her condition only got worse. On day though, when Gak was 3, she died. Gak's father never stuck around, and Gak was alone. Sad and alone, Gak set out to the world. He learned how to scavenge and live off the land in the city. He collected cans and scrap metal and occaisonaly stole his supper. Gak was always a fast runner, being a fox kangaroo hybrid definitly had it's advantages. He shoplifted and hid the loot in his pouch. He was always interested in building things and he soon found a friend, Scapper. Scrapper taught Gak how to build and destroy things. Scrapper had a bounty of 100000 wadingo pearls on his head, and Gak got supplies and things for Scrapper and in return Scrapper mentored him. What was once a business contract soon blossomed into a deep friendship. Unfortunatly enough, Gaks bounty aught up with him and when Gak was 6, Scrapper died. Gak carries around Scrappers wrench, as a reminder of him. Soon after, Gak was abducted by Liutenent SkullFucker. Now, Skull fucker was a drill seargent and a grade a pedophile. SkullFucker constantly raped and beat Gak. He shot Gak whenever he spoke. He also trained him in the ways of a soldier and gave Gak his first clothes, a pear of rag like cargo pants. Gak soon got very good at treating bullet wounds. He vowed to never speak again. One night, SkullFucker was drunk and Gak was 10. SkulFucker commanded that his supper be made, like all nights. When Gak delivered him his soup, SkullFucker threw in his face and laughed. Years of abuse took it's tole and something inside him snapped. Gak took SkullFuckers knife and killed him with it, stabbing him 186 times in the chest. Gak forever kept that knife and wore Skull Fuckers boots. Some say that you can still brain matter on the boots. Alone and sad once again, Gak walked through the woods, and that's where he met Trak. Trak played with Gak, it was his very first taste of childhood, and he loved it. Trak soon told Gak of his tribal village. There Gak was soon put into an orphanage that cared and loved him. The pampered and happy lifestyle didn't suit Gak, and he soon left the tribals orphanage, but Gak built his own shak and soon became a member of the tribe. His tribes mark was perminatly tatooed on his back. Gak, a 15 year old Foxaroo now resides in Scotnotland Village in Zimbabway.

I just took like, 5 anxiety pills. God, I feel shitty. I'm probably just tired. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Phresh, DO NOT call the police on me again, okay? I'll be fine.

Please tell me I'm not the only one that has to get up at 6:30 am. I fucking hate school.