Hi.
I've had a good day today. My dad is in Switzerland for the weekend so mum and my sister bought a takeaway. Indian. I also made a revision timetable.
I began watching the walking dead last month and I'm enjoying it. My friends think I'm weird for not getting creeped out by gory stuff. Speaking of- my dad said (the other day) that I'm probably the bravest in the family because I'm not really afraid of anything.
I disagree, I think it's just that I don't really care what happens to me; but of course I didn't tell him that. The outcome would probably be therapy as they worry too easily and overthink everything.
I also went to my friend S's house yesterday and ate a Chinese. A couple of other people in my year went that I have never really talked to but they seemed nice enough. I know S has good judgement so I wasn't bothered. Then again- two takeaways in a row, whoops.
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The uneventful diary of a 15 year old sociopath.
RandomThis isn't a 'story' I had planned on anyone reading because people will probably not want to, to be honest. I'm using this as a kind of 'diary' (but I don't really want to call it a diary because i don't want to face the fact that I'm being cringe...
