Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. I do own this story though, which is based on it. It isn't exactly AU... it's AC, altered circumstances. Rated for the language and eventual maybe lemon. If this does well, I'll write a companoin piece from Matt's point of view. This is all just Mello rambling in a "fecking" diary.

Fecking "Diary"

Dear Fucking "Diary"

Alight, I'm doing this. No idea why. I've heard it helps. I'm sure it's nothing compared to chocolate. Matt's at Future Shop, so I have hours. Here goes.

Half the time I don't even want to get out of bed. I just want to dive under the covers, keep a blanket over my scarred face and block out all of the noise, the light, the stares and the damn -pity- with my pillow. I want to shoot the alarm clock off it's stand and not go buy a new one. I want to smuggle chocolate to my room and never have to leave the comforts of my mattress. I want to cut off the mafia like the cancerous lump it is. I'll keep the leather outfit though, too badass to pass up. But anyways...Screw Kira, screw Near, and fuck "L". I don't want to put up with this damn justice bullshit anymore. It's crap and I know it. I -HATE- it.

Heh...that..that wasn't too bad. I feel a bit better now...almost as if I just ate a Kinder Surprise... I just have to make sure Matt doesn't find this now...

Matt. My roommate. My co-worker. My slave... my bitch... haha not ...quite. That kid confuses me...he's like... oh I don't know. I mean...it's not like I like him or anything... not that I don't like him...Gah, I sound like some prepubescent girl, whining about some boy.

Matt isn't just some boy. Ugh I don't mean it like. Stop thinking I mean it like that! er...wait.. no one's going to read this... anyways. Matt is my best friend...he has been since we were little... he's my...wait. He's my -only- friend. In fact...I think he's the only person that can stand me for any real length of time...how utterly depressing. but...if it had to be anyone, I'd still choose him... he looks so dash

Whoa. What the hell was that? Matt isn't dashing. anyways, he's my best friend and he's really cu

no. no. what the hell! He's a fucking asshole creeper bastard with nice hair and charming smile and

that's it. I give up. I'm going for a walk. Need chocolate to figure this shit out.

M