A Long and Weary Journey

Damn, Damn, Damn!!!

How have I come to be this cursed? As the days pass, I grow even more wretched...but a shadow of myself. I had started this diary of a kind in order to purge myself of the demons inside. But I feel them growing, maturing, taking over. The anger. How can I speak of the anger without speaking of myself? I am become the anger within me.

Before I was able to hide so much of myself behind the Baseball. But then I found friends, real friend. Avatard, Pirate, that other guy...they were the first people to make me feel wanted -- and not just because of the shucking and jiving of the Mascot in me. No, they loved me for me. Or so I thought. It seems ridiculous and embarrassing to say now, but I had even considered taking off the Baseball around them. About being really, truly naked in front of my FRIENDS.

Friends. That word is meaningless to me now. Fuck them! Fuck them all!!! The cast ME out? To spurn ME?! For what?! For some fucking bitch that they don't even know? I hate them...I despise them...I will bring so much pain upon them.

Even now I taste the bile in my throat, and it tastes good. It tastes like revenge.

Goodnight friends,

Basebally