Sep 25, 2012
Your name is DAVE STRIDER and you have a diary.
Listen. I’m not using this thing to talk about boys, to.. I don’t know. This is just for my own mental health. Seriously guys. If you’re reading this put it down, because that is really not fucking cool at all.
I had a run-in with Dirk last night. He passed out.
I’m not sure where that’s going.
I went to a staff meeting for the first time today and I guess I was the baby of the group?
Sucks to be me, wah, boohoo It sounds particularly sad and not really true …
Fuck, Strider. Get yourself together.
Your rapping is horrible. And that’s just not how you roll.