Handwriting.

Darkness. I have dark handwriting. Because I am dark. My whole being is consumed by The Darkness.

Hair.

My hair. It is my everything. Without my hair I would be nothing. It is what keeps me some what sane. I sometimes talk to it while I brush it. I brush my hair 5000 times everyday. I love my hair. My hair is dark. Dark like me. My hair represents my darkness.

Peace.

My mind is never at peace. I'm always thinking about who or what is watching me. I can't take it anymore! When I try to find whomever is watching me they always seem to hide from me. It is making me very sad. *Insert frowny face here*

Dark Shadows.

Everything I fear lives in the shadows. Sometimes I feel like slenderman is watching me from the darkness. I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE! I must get rid of the darkness. I might have a plan. I don't know if it will work yet, but I have to try. I will do anything to get rid of that retched creature. 

A Dark Reflection

Sometimes I feel like my reflection hates me. He just stares back at me with that stupid look on his face. IT DRIVES ME INSANE! He mocks me. Doing everything I do. I feel like I am on the brink of madness. Is this madness? I think my reflection wants to communicate with me. But i'm unsure. When I try to, he just mimics what I do. Then I get upset. Then I try to punch him. It doesn't work. This makes me sad. Eventually I give up trying and then go look up pictures of funny kittens on the internet. I like kittens. Do you like kittens? I didn't think so, because you are a communist.

A Typical Day for Mr. #Yolo #Swag

 First hour of the school day. It is where I upload pictures and talk about my dark life.










On my way  to my locker after whining about my race car and crying because a certain someone called me a "Spoiled little rich kid"











This is during my study hall where me and Nathan play poker. In this picture he is about to slap me with his fat stack of dead presidents.

We are about to enter the wood shop and work on our projects. I'M EXCITED! This also is how I think people look when they stick out their tongues for pictures.









Bailey didn't want her picture taken. I didn't listen. I'm wearing my poor kid shirt and my stupid shop kid glasses.

 Nicole wanted to take a picture of me. So I let her, and of course I had to make a fabulous pose.

 Lunch. My favorite class of the day. Well second favorite. My favorite is Photography. Because I get to talk about my darkness.

 Ahhhh radishes. I like radishes. In this picture I am enjoying a fine tasty radish. Did I mention I like radishes?

 Here in robotics we are abusing Justin. I approve. (Not actually abusing) Justin didn't want his picture taken. We didn't listen. It was entertaining.

 On my way home in my spoiled little rich kid race car. Traveling at mach 5 speeds.

 Before I enter my homestead I travel over to my doggy's house and say hello. He doesn't say anything back. It makes me sad.

 Almost there. My house. I like it. It can turn into a spaceship. (Not really) Sometimes the sidewalk is icy so I have to use caution otherwise I might fall down and damage my beautiful face, and no one would want that.








Finally got there. My computer chair. It is where I shall spend the rest of my day. It is pretty comfortable. I like chairs. That was a day in the life of Mr. Yolo Swag

Faceless Self Portrait.

This is how I see people. Just a sea of faceless people. They all look alike. They are all the same. They don't understand my darkness. My never ending sadness. My sadness is like a bad case of AIDS. It never goes away. This foto is berry nice.

Cupboard.

Cupboards are too mainstream. So I put my head in my drawer. It shows how dark and different I am. This drawer brings back memories. Not good ones. I don't feel like talking about it. This photo is fantastic. Just like me.

My quiet place is in my cup board.

When I'm feeling dark and down I hide in my cup board. It is quiet and it makes me feel happy inside. There is absolutely no noise in there. It allows me to mediate and get rid of the darkness.

8 o'clock

8:11 pm. It is a time that I hate. My clock screams at me every day "YOUR DUMB! YOU SMELL FUNNY!" It brings me great sadness. I hate being sad. It takes all day to bring up my happiness meter and then at 8:11 pm things start spiraling downwards. Then its back to sadness and darkness as always.

Sound

Ipod. Ipod=Sound. I like sound. Sound is nice. Do you like sound? I like this photograph because it represents my darkness. This was candid. My Ipod has a life of its own. It took me 3 hours to finally catch it and capture a picture of it.

Sugar, Spice, and everything nice. Except Matt. He's Ugly.

Matt, his bald spot disgusts me. It is not sweet at all. Although, on the inside he is sweet. Like cotton candy. This photograph is an excellent photograph.