I can do this (you have to). Seven.

Six. Heartbeat backwinds.

I saw Charles today. He was having a box of Rosie's chicken. All by himself just like always. I can't imagine what my life would be like if I had to spend every single day all by myself. I would have died ages ago lol. But that's the curse of geniuses isn't it - no friends, no care, they are applauded, certainly, but this kind of tedium would kill you slowly (I guess). Or perhaps I won't be able to understand the world of geniuses after all. Even though they used to treat me as one of them...

Five. I can pull this off. I most certainly will (lies) (but efforts nonetheless).

Worrisome. What's happening to my body?

Three. Can you believe this? Dear Lord. Dat film. OMG. Uh-hem. He reminds me of Raito somehow but... Well study first. Three, yes.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKLKKKKKKKKTHE WORLD WHY DO I DESERVE THIS GOD? My Dear Lord? :'(

Two. Will I make it through...my wills are shaking (so easily), and it's all because of you. Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk I hate you so much. But I love (owe) you too much.

How did I end up so screwed like this? =[]=

One. Now or never.

Judgement day…I…