17.12.2012
Hi, I guess. I've decided to write my own journal to say about everything that's on my mind.
Topic, topic... Maybe I'll say about my life. So, my name is Bob Tuggey,
I'm fat man with Goddamn beard. I'm working in Mc. Donald. I really
hate this job, but I need money for my daughter, Emily. My wife, Anna,
left me around 3 months ago. I understand this decision - Living in
poverty with ugly husband and small child. She just left Our house in
the night. I have no idea where She is.
F**k, Emily is crying...
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18.12.2012
Oh God, Christmas without Anna will suck. I will buy something for
Emily, even if She don't know that it's Christmas time with these
f*****g fake Santas and Coca Cola commercials. If I'll think about it, I
never liked Christmas. My dad was always drunk and He was throwing
plates and presents. My mum was crying. And what about me? I was hiding
in my room and playing with these brand new toys. Damn, I was stupid.
When I was 10, my mum died. That was new and scary for me - I wasn't
thinking about death when I had money around me. Yeah, my parents were
rich. My dad sent me to a boarding school. I hate this place so much. No
one was teasing me (because of the money, that my Dad was sending to
me, how f*****g sweet), but I was very lonely here.
When I was 18, I've met Anna. I wont write here about Our love etc. Just
know that We meet, I've feel in love, Anna married me (I Have no idea
why) and poof, pregnant. When Emily was 6 months old, She left. Maybe
She's living in some big house with pool and She's having sex with some
rich faggot. Or She's begging for money on the street. I have no idea.
Well, I'll take Emily to the shop and I'll buy something for Christmas. At least She's happy. I think so...
It's very hot today. Hot winter - thanks, weather.
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19.12.2012
In the TV they was talking about some theory about apocalypse. Some man
named Patrick Geryl said that between today and 21 December there will
be huge Sun Eruption and it will destroy Earth. But NASA said that it's
impossible, because blah blah. I don't care. Maybe this eruption would
end this loneliness.
No, I don't have a TV. I just saw it in these huge TVs in the shop.
I think that I'll just drink a beer. Nothing else f*****g matters...
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20.12.2012
That was a Goddamn truth! I went to shop again and everywhere they was
talking about sun eruptions. World will end tomorrow. F**k yeah.
No, I'm not happy because I'll be death soon. I'm happy because this
pain without anyone will end. I don't want to kill myself, because I'm a
Catholic. Yeah, You can say that drinking = sin, swearing = sin, but
sin = killing for me. Maybe that's stupid.
I wonder what's my daddy doing. Probably He bought some spaceship and
now He's flying to the outer space. To find a New Home and this type of
s**t. I'll just lay here and wait for the death.
F**k the work...
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21.12.2012
It's coming. They said that it will destroy Our whole planet in 30
minutes. Praying, running and panic everywhere. And I'm sitting on my
couch and I'm drinking beer. I never felt so f*****g good.
Except of this heat.
Maybe I should write something here? No, not testament - who needs it.
I'll write something to Anna.
Emily is crying, but She's going to better place.
God, I'm drunk.
Anna, I hate You. For leaving me with small kid. I'm sitting here drunk.
I'm crying here, Anna. Can You f*****g feel my pain? F**k You.
F**k, it's hot here. I'm melting.
Well.
I think my time is over. No one will read this journal (Haha, it's really long...) but f...
(Note ends here)
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Hope You guys enjoyed this story. Graham Masterton inspired me.
Screw the grammar.
