[There are moments in life that are just meant to be a mess — but hey, who gives a damn?
You're lying in bed, alone, doomscrolling through nonsense, and yeah...
This is life, and it's got us wrapped around its dirty little finger. You're fucked.
I know — it's just my twisted imagination, talking to myself like some anonymous weirdo.
A diary full of rants about everything and everyone.
But listen: you're honestly safer in your delusions than wasting time with those dumbassfriends of yours.
So yeah, I opened up this page to speak my mind — no filters, no masks.
Hey folks, name's J. Welcome to the chaos.
And have fun in the comments, bitches.]
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[COMMENTS SECTION]
@rawreader99:
> This guy sounds so raw and badass! I'm losing my mind reading this.
@truthhurts:
> "J" says the shit we all think but are too scared to post.
@wannabebrave:
> Damn, I wish I had the balls to be this honest online.
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He took a breath.
Jakson turned off his phone and stared blankly at the ceiling.
He was there. The phone was there. But something real was missing —
not just a thought, not just a vibe — something that mattered.
How the hell could anyone think he was cool?
From the outside, he looked like some awkward nerd —
quiet, weird, unreadable.
But inside?
He wasn't that guy.
Not even close.
And tomorrow ... it's a new day at a new school, waiting for him to show himself.
Or maybe... more like expecting to tear him apart?