Nothing spoils fun like finding out it builds

Nothing spoils fun like finding out it builds character.

I soon became addicted to sucking the fun out of everything. My neighbors stopped making eye contact, and even their cats hid from me. I needed fresh blood.

And by blood I of course meant fun. I came across some kids playing ball in the park. perfect. I shouted "Killjoy powers activate!"

I took out my School pencil with my name on it, and ran up to the kids. I stabbed one in the neck, his blood spurting everywhere, I then proceeded to stab the other 5, but then

I remembered I need that pencil for the long division test that I had after recess. I hate long division, almost as much as I hate Scut Farkus, who now has my freaking pencil in

his Strawberry Shortcake lunchbox since he likes to use my pencil to pick food out of his yellow teeth (I swear they are yellow!). So, I guess I will use a Sharpie to complete my

soul. It is black, it stains whatever it touches and is permanent. Now my soul is like a puddle of ink

leaving indelible marks on every heart it happens to touch. I wish that I could make myself love again, but every time I feel like someone gets hurt. This time, I know I really

have to stop stabbing those that I love. And biting them too. I really shouldn't set them on fire either, or feed them to the piranhas. Love hurts they say, and well I know it!