WUT ARE DOES?!?!

Oh you made a mistake.

... Dan, You gave up when you were 11. 199 - 188 = 11. I didn't give up yet and I'm twelve

Jeez Dans FRICKING old. 188 years. My god!

No find it on your own. I tend to be stingy sometimes. (Sorry)

Luckily, Nobody was outside.

Luckily, Nobody was outside.

Because I threw a chair from the window. I could've KILLED somebody. Glass shards stabbing them everywhere from the window. Then chair comes falling and knocks them out.

True but I ACTUALLY SPENT MONEY ON THAT GAME! And if it gets destroyed. I just wasted da money!

What are you talking about?

I will try.

I try to calm down. But it keeps on rushing back. If I tell someone. Nobody believes me. It's true tho.

There's this stress I have. It's making me do things that I don't want to. It's turning me into just pure insanity.

This isn't a joke. I'm not okay. This is what happened to me ever since I went insane.

I randomly just punch and kick the air. It feels like a aurora of stress that surrounds me.

It's not that tho. I'm bullied. I get ignored. People hate me. I'm worried if clowns come back. March 18, John Doe. I'm scared. It's a fear. One that I can't escape. I want it to leave me alone. I tend to spaz out now because of it. I randomly just punch

The stress. It's controlling me like if it's a monster. I don't want to leave. I'm just having some problems. Doing satanic rituals. Cutting myself each day. I'm talking to myself. I'm trying to make contact with ghosts. I'm going insane.

True.. But I really do want to leave... But I can't run away... I'm not scared of my problems.. But this stress is different... It makes me want to have the urge to punch a whole in the wall.

Why do people even care? I'm just some stupid idiot. I don't get why.

I want to tho. But part of me doesn't. I don't know. But I can't handle this stress that I have. So I'm going away from this mess I have made. I am done.