Johnathan Colourfield's Short Stories - 1. That Leather Book Under My Bed

Dear Diary ,

Hi!!!!! I missed not writing to you for quite this long time. Oh my goodness, you are battered and bruised. You have been under here for ages. Locked in a case, so the memories that I had do not return to me at such short notice. I felt like I needed to get you out from your cavern of darkness, so that I could start within you once more and be able to have my chance at giving someone my emotions. Well , someone that won’t leave me or break me in any way. I doubt very much mother would find this book. If she did find it , I’m dead. My mother isn’t very accepting.

It has been a long time. 4 years almost. Well a lot has happened in four years. Had my fair share of heart breaks. Some girls. Mostly guys. Yeah I found that out as well. Everyone seemed to know before me. Its really annoying. If you have a problem with this you can leave me alone in my own world. I mean all I’m doing is writing on your paper. Unless you are going to eat me. Please don’t. Its like I’ve been used a cushion for other people to throw about and not give a care for how I feel. Well , I guess I’ll be using you as a rant cushion so unlucky!

What the hell was that? I just heard a crashing outside my door.

Oh for gods sake mother is cleaning again. I think she’s OCD. I mean she breaks something and I get blamed for it. I’ll moan more about her later. I blame democracy. I’m for euthanasia at 35. Who feels like singing? I do. But I’m just random like that. I also feel like going swimming. The only place I can get away with looking at hot guys and not get blamed for it. Slipping the shower into another guys crotch is also fun. Well I guess I will write again soon if I can. Oh and by the way I say him earlier. Now that was really fun! Speak laters xxx