Dear Journal,

I'm alive, I promise. I've just been working and now it's for me to juggle now that school has started again. Not that I don't mind or anything. I'm pretty okay with that. First day of school was normal. Maybe this school year everything will go normal and not some big drama fest.


Ugh,...sorry that this post isn't much of anything. I'm just exhausted from work. I should probably go to bed.


-Kyle.

Dear Journal,

I'm around, I promise. I've just been working a lot and now, ugh-very tired...sick actually. My mom told me I should call in from work but I didn't want to. But,...I did anyways. My god, I slept for 12 hours. I never slept that long ever in my whole life. I feel like shit ugh. I'm going to lie back down.


-Kyle.

Dear Journal,

I'm off this weekend! Ah, so happy. Yesterday was busy at Les Bos, but I'm so glad that I'm off. So,...Bradley, Eric wants to come with us to the B&E-I hope that's okay. I already thought of the perfect victim. I think he's going to be gone tonight too, so we can do it when he leaves.

I'm going to take a nap now.


-Kyle.

Dear journal,

My back is killing me, in fact-my whole body is killing me. I'm just...exhausted. I haven't been sleeping very well either. Not sure what the deal is with that. I'm sure my sleeping schedule will get back to normal soon. I have to go somewhere tomorrow, I almost forgot. Good thing that I'm working the night shift tomorrow. It'll probably be a slow night. Mondays are usually slow.


Although, I'm glad I have the weekend off.


-Kyle.

Edit: I want to do a B&E. I don't want to steal anything...just knock down doors.

Dear Journal,

I'm completely exhausted. But even so, it's worth it. I went out with Shelley, it was nice. We had a good chat over dinner and we went over to Les Bos and had fun there. It's interesting that I get a lot of...lesbians' attention. I'm not going to say how many times I've heard," You're cute" or "You're such a sweetie." I'm flattered really.


I'm glad that I don't have to work for the 4th. But I do have to work this weekend. My parents are going to a party I think. The last thing I heard. I'm probably just going to relax at home. Not that I don't mind.


Sorry this update is not much. Just work.


Happy 4th everyone.

Dear Journal,

I forgot to mention that I have a job now. I work at Les Bos, yes that mean that I dress up as a girl at work. No, I'm not ashamed and no I don't mind. Whatever brings the money in, that's all it should matter. I should be asleep because I do have work tomorrow. I guess I should sleep in a few.

Other than this, I have nothing to say. Just informing everyone that I got the job.


Leux: Thank you for helping me get the job. It's...actually enjoyable.

-Kyle.

Dear Journal,

I'm here, really I am. I just suddenly got busy. Everything seem to work out fine for my family and I'm really thankful for that. I had an interview from that Les Bos place and I guess I'm waiting for a call back. It's nice to actually have food again. But now I have to go back to my original diet and I'm going to be all sick again.

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Happy to say that we can finally be out at night without a curfew. It doesn't surprise me at the least who the murder turned out to be. I feel bad about it though. I feel like I driven her to do that and I got all those innocent people killed. Ugh. Why did she had to go all bonkers?

-Kyle.

Dear Journal,

Someone spend time with me. I don't..think I can handle being by myself anymore. Somebody talk to me, somebody look at me.

Somebody be around me. I don't care who it is anymore...just...someone be here for me.


-Kyle.

Dear journal,

Looks like it's up to me.

Anyone know a place that's hiring around here?


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My stomach is so fucked up. No matter what I eat, I want to puke.

Guys, are we all here? What are the damages? Anyone hurt?

Everyone's alright on my end.