I pooped onto my bed as I felt jealousy fill me. Mona had a boyfrend. And it wasn't me. ;-;

I already loved Mona. She seemed nice. But now we could only be frends. But maybe if she doesn't have a boyfrend... she would love me? Actually, nah.

I got out my sketch book and drew a stickman. I wrote a note by it.

'Dearest Mona,
I hate you.
From Jon'

That oughta fool her.