So Stradlater didn't much care for my little composition I wrote for him. Nerve of the guy. Thinks I'm stupid, but at least I don't gotta make some I see as inferior do my work for me.
Still a little hazy from what the jerk did to me just now. Shoulda told me about whatever we where talking about. Better take a break from the computer. My eyes are getting a little tired from the light and all that. Ugh.
I sorta feel like the guy in the middle there: Stuck somewhere and fighting for my life. Maybe Spencer was right. Maybe life is a get game after all. Whatever.
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