Angus D Teen - My Fake Diary

Monday, 30 June 2003

I'm writing my diary from my death bed today. Not actually my death bed - that would be some foolish romantic dream! - no, I am simply very ill having contracted some deadly disease from my younger sister.

I wish it were a deadly disease. That would teach all those who laugh at me and put me down, a very strict lesson. Then after death I would float as a ghostly cloud over their souls and watch them mourn and regret. Ha! Twould be a great day indeed.

However, for now I am contained within my shell of a bedroom, unable to explode with the brilliance I know I can. My head aches and my stomach is sore. I have also had 3 nosebleeds and my bedsheet looks a little like I have performed some kind of ritual.

Mum and Dad are still on my back about not doing chores and so on around the house. But I'm all like:

"You guys are oppresive neo-communists" and stuff. They don't like that, so that's why I do it.

Getting another nosebleed, must rush.

Devil Prince.