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His name is Mr X and he is supposedly the hardest man in the world. This is the diary of Mr X and gives a clue to what really goes through this mans mind on a daily basis. This dairy involves the trials and tribulations of Mr X through an average day and shows us how hard he really is. Many have tried to imitate him and failed. Well they were fools. Mr X is the real deal and shouldn’t be messed with. Give him respect and you will prosper.
7.30am wake up after another school night with the lads. I needed whiskey
7.35am discover my hands are cut to the dismay of my parents. Told them I don’t know how it happened
7.40am went back to my room. Smirking. I failed to tell my parents I had smashed a brick wall with my bare fists
7.50am clean teeth. Notice the amount cuts I’ve got of course it must’ve been me crunching on glass bottles again.
8.00am have a bath. Bathe in 101% whiskey
8.10am get dressed. Look in the mirror and ask myself “Is this me?”
8.15am doorbell rings. Wakes out of my daydream. I think to myself “Of course its me cos min Mr X”
8.20am cruses to school with lads smash a few car windows. You know the usual. Threaten a few old women for walking to slow.
8.32am I stop. The lads ask me “what’s wrong?” I calmly unzip my bag. Pull out a couple of crates of scrumpy (scrumpy jack, the cider) and reply “just having a few bevee’s.”
9.05am arrive late to school. My tutor asks “why are you late?” I raise an arm holding a can of scrumpy in the air and reply “alcohol luv. You should try it sometime” and walk off
11.25am after 2 hours and 20 minutes on contemplating what to do with my life I walk in to the boy’s toilets squared up a spot on the wall and hit it.
11.30am when the dust has settled and the room had stopped shaking, and the people had stopped quivering I lined up 12 sidekicks, apple flavour, on the table football.
11.31am sidekicks gone
11.45am sight had returned and alcohol had worn off. Carry on as usual.
11.47am get to lesson
12.15pm depressed. All I can think about is the latest rejection from miss Y.
12.16pm I turn to alcohol. I reach into my bag and get out my last 15 sidekicks.
12.17pm teacher tells me to get rid of them or have them confiscated.
12.18pm sidekicks gone
12.55pm thank god. I was goin’ to put my head through a window if the lesson the lesson had continued any longer.
1.00pm meet lads before going to the pub for some lunch beers.
1.15pm 20 lagers later, I’m bored decide to go back to 6th form area.
1.30pm sit in corner alone Hoping that people will notice me and decide to comfort my loneliness.
1.35pm miss Y sees me. Taking pity.
1.36pm I see my chance to make a move.
1.37pm I pull out my emergency cans of scrumpy. I look at her longingly.
1.38pm “fancy a scrumpy?” she replies “no thanks” and walks off.
1.39pm I feel abused. Naked and exposed, I couldn’t handle another rejection.
1.40pm I stormed out into the canteen and grabbed a plastic knife.
1.45pm after considering my options I start hacking away at my wrists. The lads arrive just in time and convince me to stop.
1.55pm bell goes another afternoon of lessons. Don’t know if I will survive it.
3.30pm I’m still alive. Just.
3.45pm walk home with the lads; beat up a few year sevens along the way, you know the usual.
4.00pm get home. Mum asks how day was, I reply “poor”
4.10pm watch cartoons. Build up aggression.
4.30pm woody woodpecker finishes.
4.35pm do some weights, while listing to slipknot.
8.00pm finish weights and go for a jog
9.00pm come home after a light 13mile jog, I return home hungry.
9.05pm cooks myself a pasty and wash it down with whiskey on the rocks.
9.20pm lads call for me. Mum tells me I can’t go out now, as it’s a school night. I put her in her place.
9.30pm we’ve got nothing to do so I spice up the night by hitting a green cable box with me cricket bat. A neighbour near by prevented me from destroying it by holding be back.
10.00pm a local gang saw us earlier started giving us evils.
10.05pm after a stand of I decide to go punish those ignorant fools.
10.06pm all the lads try and hold me back cos they know what I’ll do. I’m reluctant to walk away but I find the compassion to step aside.
11.00pm the lads are hitting lampposts with sticks they found. So I decided to copy, I got my metal baseball bat and pulled it bag and smacked the lamppost.
11.01pm the lamppost had a huge dent in it and the light died out.
11.03pm the lads tell me I’ve gone to far and walk off.
11.05pm I laughed, as I knew would come back within the next 5 minutes they couldn’t can’t survive without me.
11.30pm the lads still haven’t come back. They must have got lost
11.40pm I decided to give them another 20 minutes to come back
11.59pm I walk back home, feeling confused. Why had the lads left me? I’m Mr X.
Umm this may make no sense, I don’t know what I was writing about so don’t ask.
7.30am wake up after another school night with the lads. I needed whiskey
7.35am discover my hands are cut to the dismay of my parents. Told them I don’t know how it happened
7.40am went back to my room. Smirking. I failed to tell my parents I had smashed a brick wall with my bare fists
7.50am clean teeth. Notice the amount cuts I’ve got of course it must’ve been me crunching on glass bottles again.
8.00am have a bath. Bathe in 101% whiskey
8.10am get dressed. Look in the mirror and ask myself “Is this me?”
8.15am doorbell rings. Wakes out of my daydream. I think to myself “Of course its me cos min Mr X”
8.20am cruses to school with lads smash a few car windows. You know the usual. Threaten a few old women for walking to slow.
8.32am I stop. The lads ask me “what’s wrong?” I calmly unzip my bag. Pull out a couple of crates of scrumpy (scrumpy jack, the cider) and reply “just having a few bevee’s.”
9.05am arrive late to school. My tutor asks “why are you late?” I raise an arm holding a can of scrumpy in the air and reply “alcohol luv. You should try it sometime” and walk off
11.25am after 2 hours and 20 minutes on contemplating what to do with my life I walk in to the boy’s toilets squared up a spot on the wall and hit it.
11.30am when the dust has settled and the room had stopped shaking, and the people had stopped quivering I lined up 12 sidekicks, apple flavour, on the table football.
11.31am sidekicks gone
11.45am sight had returned and alcohol had worn off. Carry on as usual.
11.47am get to lesson
12.15pm depressed. All I can think about is the latest rejection from miss Y.
12.16pm I turn to alcohol. I reach into my bag and get out my last 15 sidekicks.
12.17pm teacher tells me to get rid of them or have them confiscated.
12.18pm sidekicks gone
12.55pm thank god. I was goin’ to put my head through a window if the lesson the lesson had continued any longer.
1.00pm meet lads before going to the pub for some lunch beers.
1.15pm 20 lagers later, I’m bored decide to go back to 6th form area.
1.30pm sit in corner alone Hoping that people will notice me and decide to comfort my loneliness.
1.35pm miss Y sees me. Taking pity.
1.36pm I see my chance to make a move.
1.37pm I pull out my emergency cans of scrumpy. I look at her longingly.
1.38pm “fancy a scrumpy?” she replies “no thanks” and walks off.
1.39pm I feel abused. Naked and exposed, I couldn’t handle another rejection.
1.40pm I stormed out into the canteen and grabbed a plastic knife.
1.45pm after considering my options I start hacking away at my wrists. The lads arrive just in time and convince me to stop.
1.55pm bell goes another afternoon of lessons. Don’t know if I will survive it.
3.30pm I’m still alive. Just.
3.45pm walk home with the lads; beat up a few year sevens along the way, you know the usual.
4.00pm get home. Mum asks how day was, I reply “poor”
4.10pm watch cartoons. Build up aggression.
4.30pm woody woodpecker finishes.
4.35pm do some weights, while listing to slipknot.
8.00pm finish weights and go for a jog
9.00pm come home after a light 13mile jog, I return home hungry.
9.05pm cooks myself a pasty and wash it down with whiskey on the rocks.
9.20pm lads call for me. Mum tells me I can’t go out now, as it’s a school night. I put her in her place.
9.30pm we’ve got nothing to do so I spice up the night by hitting a green cable box with me cricket bat. A neighbour near by prevented me from destroying it by holding be back.
10.00pm a local gang saw us earlier started giving us evils.
10.05pm after a stand of I decide to go punish those ignorant fools.
10.06pm all the lads try and hold me back cos they know what I’ll do. I’m reluctant to walk away but I find the compassion to step aside.
11.00pm the lads are hitting lampposts with sticks they found. So I decided to copy, I got my metal baseball bat and pulled it bag and smacked the lamppost.
11.01pm the lamppost had a huge dent in it and the light died out.
11.03pm the lads tell me I’ve gone to far and walk off.
11.05pm I laughed, as I knew would come back within the next 5 minutes they couldn’t can’t survive without me.
11.30pm the lads still haven’t come back. They must have got lost
11.40pm I decided to give them another 20 minutes to come back
11.59pm I walk back home, feeling confused. Why had the lads left me? I’m Mr X.
Umm this may make no sense, I don’t know what I was writing about so don’t ask.
Sounds a bit like Alex out of the Clockwork Orange...
what are you trying to say, i dont go to your bin... ow wait yes i do
Still it sounds like Mr.T on a bad hair day.
And above all else stay AWAY from my BINS!
it is not accualy no one. i made him up. its a figure of badness. do not live your life like him. trying to kill yourself getting drunk at every moment, nad dont vandilse lampposts, and all the rst of thet bad stuff i put in there.
DON'T DO IT.OK!
DON'T DO IT.OK!
I still don't understand who s/he is?
gerrid wrote:
> Is it youre mother?
hey lets not get nasty here.
> Is it youre mother?
hey lets not get nasty here.
Cherie Blair.
Is it youre mother?
His name is Mr X and he is supposedly the hardest man in the world. This is the diary of Mr X and gives a clue to what really goes through this mans mind on a daily basis. This dairy involves the trials and tribulations of Mr X through an average day and shows us how hard he really is. Many have tried to imitate him and failed. Well they were fools. Mr X is the real deal and shouldn’t be messed with. Give him respect and you will prosper.
7.30am wake up after another school night with the lads. I needed whiskey
7.35am discover my hands are cut to the dismay of my parents. Told them I don’t know how it happened
7.40am went back to my room. Smirking. I failed to tell my parents I had smashed a brick wall with my bare fists
7.50am clean teeth. Notice the amount cuts I’ve got of course it must’ve been me crunching on glass bottles again.
8.00am have a bath. Bathe in 101% whiskey
8.10am get dressed. Look in the mirror and ask myself “Is this me?”
8.15am doorbell rings. Wakes out of my daydream. I think to myself “Of course its me cos min Mr X”
8.20am cruses to school with lads smash a few car windows. You know the usual. Threaten a few old women for walking to slow.
8.32am I stop. The lads ask me “what’s wrong?” I calmly unzip my bag. Pull out a couple of crates of scrumpy (scrumpy jack, the cider) and reply “just having a few bevee’s.”
9.05am arrive late to school. My tutor asks “why are you late?” I raise an arm holding a can of scrumpy in the air and reply “alcohol luv. You should try it sometime” and walk off
11.25am after 2 hours and 20 minutes on contemplating what to do with my life I walk in to the boy’s toilets squared up a spot on the wall and hit it.
11.30am when the dust has settled and the room had stopped shaking, and the people had stopped quivering I lined up 12 sidekicks, apple flavour, on the table football.
11.31am sidekicks gone
11.45am sight had returned and alcohol had worn off. Carry on as usual.
11.47am get to lesson
12.15pm depressed. All I can think about is the latest rejection from miss Y.
12.16pm I turn to alcohol. I reach into my bag and get out my last 15 sidekicks.
12.17pm teacher tells me to get rid of them or have them confiscated.
12.18pm sidekicks gone
12.55pm thank god. I was goin’ to put my head through a window if the lesson the lesson had continued any longer.
1.00pm meet lads before going to the pub for some lunch beers.
1.15pm 20 lagers later, I’m bored decide to go back to 6th form area.
1.30pm sit in corner alone Hoping that people will notice me and decide to comfort my loneliness.
1.35pm miss Y sees me. Taking pity.
1.36pm I see my chance to make a move.
1.37pm I pull out my emergency cans of scrumpy. I look at her longingly.
1.38pm “fancy a scrumpy?” she replies “no thanks” and walks off.
1.39pm I feel abused. Naked and exposed, I couldn’t handle another rejection.
1.40pm I stormed out into the canteen and grabbed a plastic knife.
1.45pm after considering my options I start hacking away at my wrists. The lads arrive just in time and convince me to stop.
1.55pm bell goes another afternoon of lessons. Don’t know if I will survive it.
3.30pm I’m still alive. Just.
3.45pm walk home with the lads; beat up a few year sevens along the way, you know the usual.
4.00pm get home. Mum asks how day was, I reply “poor”
4.10pm watch cartoons. Build up aggression.
4.30pm woody woodpecker finishes.
4.35pm do some weights, while listing to slipknot.
8.00pm finish weights and go for a jog
9.00pm come home after a light 13mile jog, I return home hungry.
9.05pm cooks myself a pasty and wash it down with whiskey on the rocks.
9.20pm lads call for me. Mum tells me I can’t go out now, as it’s a school night. I put her in her place.
9.30pm we’ve got nothing to do so I spice up the night by hitting a green cable box with me cricket bat. A neighbour near by prevented me from destroying it by holding be back.
10.00pm a local gang saw us earlier started giving us evils.
10.05pm after a stand of I decide to go punish those ignorant fools.
10.06pm all the lads try and hold me back cos they know what I’ll do. I’m reluctant to walk away but I find the compassion to step aside.
11.00pm the lads are hitting lampposts with sticks they found. So I decided to copy, I got my metal baseball bat and pulled it bag and smacked the lamppost.
11.01pm the lamppost had a huge dent in it and the light died out.
11.03pm the lads tell me I’ve gone to far and walk off.
11.05pm I laughed, as I knew would come back within the next 5 minutes they couldn’t can’t survive without me.
11.30pm the lads still haven’t come back. They must have got lost
11.40pm I decided to give them another 20 minutes to come back
11.59pm I walk back home, feeling confused. Why had the lads left me? I’m Mr X.
Umm this may make no sense, I don’t know what I was writing about so don’t ask.
7.30am wake up after another school night with the lads. I needed whiskey
7.35am discover my hands are cut to the dismay of my parents. Told them I don’t know how it happened
7.40am went back to my room. Smirking. I failed to tell my parents I had smashed a brick wall with my bare fists
7.50am clean teeth. Notice the amount cuts I’ve got of course it must’ve been me crunching on glass bottles again.
8.00am have a bath. Bathe in 101% whiskey
8.10am get dressed. Look in the mirror and ask myself “Is this me?”
8.15am doorbell rings. Wakes out of my daydream. I think to myself “Of course its me cos min Mr X”
8.20am cruses to school with lads smash a few car windows. You know the usual. Threaten a few old women for walking to slow.
8.32am I stop. The lads ask me “what’s wrong?” I calmly unzip my bag. Pull out a couple of crates of scrumpy (scrumpy jack, the cider) and reply “just having a few bevee’s.”
9.05am arrive late to school. My tutor asks “why are you late?” I raise an arm holding a can of scrumpy in the air and reply “alcohol luv. You should try it sometime” and walk off
11.25am after 2 hours and 20 minutes on contemplating what to do with my life I walk in to the boy’s toilets squared up a spot on the wall and hit it.
11.30am when the dust has settled and the room had stopped shaking, and the people had stopped quivering I lined up 12 sidekicks, apple flavour, on the table football.
11.31am sidekicks gone
11.45am sight had returned and alcohol had worn off. Carry on as usual.
11.47am get to lesson
12.15pm depressed. All I can think about is the latest rejection from miss Y.
12.16pm I turn to alcohol. I reach into my bag and get out my last 15 sidekicks.
12.17pm teacher tells me to get rid of them or have them confiscated.
12.18pm sidekicks gone
12.55pm thank god. I was goin’ to put my head through a window if the lesson the lesson had continued any longer.
1.00pm meet lads before going to the pub for some lunch beers.
1.15pm 20 lagers later, I’m bored decide to go back to 6th form area.
1.30pm sit in corner alone Hoping that people will notice me and decide to comfort my loneliness.
1.35pm miss Y sees me. Taking pity.
1.36pm I see my chance to make a move.
1.37pm I pull out my emergency cans of scrumpy. I look at her longingly.
1.38pm “fancy a scrumpy?” she replies “no thanks” and walks off.
1.39pm I feel abused. Naked and exposed, I couldn’t handle another rejection.
1.40pm I stormed out into the canteen and grabbed a plastic knife.
1.45pm after considering my options I start hacking away at my wrists. The lads arrive just in time and convince me to stop.
1.55pm bell goes another afternoon of lessons. Don’t know if I will survive it.
3.30pm I’m still alive. Just.
3.45pm walk home with the lads; beat up a few year sevens along the way, you know the usual.
4.00pm get home. Mum asks how day was, I reply “poor”
4.10pm watch cartoons. Build up aggression.
4.30pm woody woodpecker finishes.
4.35pm do some weights, while listing to slipknot.
8.00pm finish weights and go for a jog
9.00pm come home after a light 13mile jog, I return home hungry.
9.05pm cooks myself a pasty and wash it down with whiskey on the rocks.
9.20pm lads call for me. Mum tells me I can’t go out now, as it’s a school night. I put her in her place.
9.30pm we’ve got nothing to do so I spice up the night by hitting a green cable box with me cricket bat. A neighbour near by prevented me from destroying it by holding be back.
10.00pm a local gang saw us earlier started giving us evils.
10.05pm after a stand of I decide to go punish those ignorant fools.
10.06pm all the lads try and hold me back cos they know what I’ll do. I’m reluctant to walk away but I find the compassion to step aside.
11.00pm the lads are hitting lampposts with sticks they found. So I decided to copy, I got my metal baseball bat and pulled it bag and smacked the lamppost.
11.01pm the lamppost had a huge dent in it and the light died out.
11.03pm the lads tell me I’ve gone to far and walk off.
11.05pm I laughed, as I knew would come back within the next 5 minutes they couldn’t can’t survive without me.
11.30pm the lads still haven’t come back. They must have got lost
11.40pm I decided to give them another 20 minutes to come back
11.59pm I walk back home, feeling confused. Why had the lads left me? I’m Mr X.
Umm this may make no sense, I don’t know what I was writing about so don’t ask.