So my life just came crashing down on me. Today would've been me and Sonja's one month anniversary. But she just fucking broke up with me. So right now, all I feel like doing is taking all of the adderall that I have saved up. That's 1030 mgs. By far enough to cause a hell of an overdose. Which actually sounds like fun right about now. But I've got to go. If I'm still alive, I'll write more later.

Hey, what's up? Nothin much here, just chillin at my girlfriend, Sonja's house. I'm kinda on the run from my foster home right now, and I'm not supposed to even be here because Sonja's parents don't like me, but they're not home right now, so oh well. But I'm gonna go. I'll right more later.

Hey, what's up? not much here, just chillin in my foster home in arlington. I miss my baby so fucking much right now. Her name's Sonja Ray, and I think that I have truely fallen in love with her. There's a big chance that I might never return to Katy, but that's all good. It's not like anyone will miss me. Oh well. It's not like anyone even looks at my site anymore. Why should I really give a fuck anymore? Goodbye.

Hey, what's up my peeps? I'm just chillin, bored as a motha fucka. Like always. Except for when I'm with my baby. Then I'm happy, and I never get bored. I love her so much. My baby Brandy. Well, I have nothing else to say. So I'll talk to you later.If you wanna talk, you can call me. My cell # is (832)-651-1388 and my house number is (281)-392-3083. Laterz.

Hey niggas. Whats been up wit ya'll? Sorry I haven't written in awhile. I don't have a computer. I need one. So if anyone has a computer that they don't want, call me. My number is (832)-651-1388. We don't have any money, so don't expect to get paid for it. My house got broken into twice last week. What kind of pussy breaks into someones house around Christmas? Whoever they are, they're going to hell. But they must not beileve in God if they're going to do it this close to Jesus' supposed birthday(which is actually in April).But I have no room to talk considering I am a Wiccan. But if you broke into my house, blessed be your souls, because I will come after you. And I don't mean physically. I will come after you in your thoughts, dreams, anything that has to do with you being in a subconcious state. Or you could just return all of the shit you stole and you and your entire family will remain safe. Until then, watch yourself, because I'll be there. When you look into the mirror, into your eyes, you're really looking at me. Just know that I know who you are. And that until all of my property is returned, you nor your loved ones will be safe. Take me lightly if you want. You'll regret it. I swear you will. But, like they say, what goes around, comes around. Payback's a bitch. Talk to you later.

Lucifer