Dear diary,

My name is Marcus Cromwell, but my friends call me Mark. Or..at least they would if I had any friends. But that's not important. First of all, I never wanted this. The diary that is. My mom is forcing me to write in this dumb blue book. She says "it's so I can let out my frustrations in a positive manner." Positive my ass. I don't have an anger issue, I have every right to be angry!

I have every right to mad at stupid Chad, at my stupid teachers and most of all my stupid dad!

My whole life is a living hell and likely to remain that way and it's all his fault. My father was a worthless drunk, a deadbeat. He never did nothing for me, and I never did nothing for him to feel the need to treat me like shit.

One day he grabbed his stuff and grabbed his six pack of booze and walked out of my life. Now I couldn't give two shits about him leaving. Good riddance! No, it's my Ma who took it hard.

She always told me she was fine, but sometimes she never left her room, and I could hear her crying late at night when I was supposed to be sleeping. Oh! And get this! He left my mama for some, some young whore! I despise Richard Cromwell, for as long as I live, he will never be my dad.

And my dumb as fuck teachers, they don't make life any better. Always giving me homework that I don't understand. And making me answer questions in class even though they know I'll never answer the question right because I'm stupid. Making me read notes that people pass to me out loud to the class when usually it's people throwing notes at me calling me stupid or loser. And after I read it out loud which is painful enough, they don't do anything about what the notes are saying about me. They just say, "no disrupting my class!" Or send me to the office for causing problems. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS LIFE?! This constant hate. I'd say God hates me, if I were a religious person.

Anyways, that's all you need to know about me.

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