The page as it was written. Crossings-out and all.
This is my first entry in this diary, and I am in school.
I'm trying to think of a name, a title for this diary. I just read Marcus Aurelius' Meditations, so I am trying to imitate that.
I am in a room full of real goyim (or as the tiktok definition of 'goyim' goes). These people are actual human cattle. It actually angers me so much that these people have no real thoughts behind those brainwashed eyes. I resonate with none of them.
I am going out for a walk in the corridors.
I possess a great desire to destroy this school. Of course I wont actually do that because I have control over my emotions.
I had a friend who actually some-what had the same interests as me in this school, but he left, and suddenly I have this void in me, this unparalleled loneliness. My closest companion is gone to Thailand for two weeks minimum.