Another journal means more space taken up on my homepage by, my journal.

(S-H):Well, that's true. To bad nobody reads them. LoL
Hamish: I'm sure somebody does.
(S-H):Yeah. Just you. After you finnish typing it.
Hamish: I get comments.
(S-H): Oh yeah, you do. lemmie think how many you got last time. 4. LoL!
Hamish: Well, they are people who still care to read my journal.
(S-H): I read your journal.
Hamish: Thanks.
(S-H): Dosen't mean i care. LoL
Hamish:....thanks......
(S-H): S'awright!
Hamish: Shut up.
(S-H): ooOOOOooh, big words! Would you like some help?
Hamish: Help?
(S-H): Yeah. Help. ya dipshit. You can read right? Just re-read what's on the screen.
Hamish:...It says 'Would you like some help?'
(S-H): Good boy! Now sit! Stay, staaaaay, Good dog!
Hamish: Okay, help with what?
(S-H): YOU!
Hamish: What? I don't need help. I'm fine. Really, I am totaly fine.
(S-H): Says you. Can't you see that you are losing it?
Hamish: I'm fine.
(S-H): Like Hell! You have problems that your not dealing with!
Hamish: No, I don't. I'm fine. I'm doing alright.
(S-H): Jump.
Hamish: Okay, what? Where are we now?
(S-H): Jump.
Hamish: ...Why....Just so i know.
(S-H): Just do it.
Hamish: Fine! I'll jump. Off a clif is it?
(S-H): Don't be a twat, just up and down on the spot.
Hamish: Fine. What next a lap around the school sir?
(S-H): Do it fucknuckel!
Hamish: Jeez. *Jumps*
(S-H): Hear that sound?
Hamish: No
(S-H): It sounds like broken glass rolling about inside you.
Hamish: ...really.
(S-H): Yes, I know that sound anywhere.
Hamish: Oh thanks.
(S-H): Yeah, and you know what it is don't you.
Hamish: I might.
(S-H): No might. You do.
Hamish: Oh, so this is my problem now? Broken glass, that seems tobe inside me.
(S-H): You know it.
Hamish: And how are you going to 'help' me?
(S-H): Easy. I can pick up every piece of that broken glass for you.
Hamish: Right. Thanks?
(S-H): Hang on, I'm not done yet. I can do that for you, but you have to do something.
Hamish: For you I'm guessing.
(S-H): For me! Yup for me!
Hamish: Which would be?.....
(S-H): Take a backseat for a while.
Hamish: And why would I do that?
(S-H): You got problems, and i can fix them. All i need you to do, is take a hike!
Hamish: So, you think you can fix my problems?
(S-H): Fix, Forget, push to one side, cover up, rent it out to others. YOU PICK!
Hamish: I see.
(S-H): You will see better after i'm done buddy!
Hamish: I don't know?
(S-H):YOU don't, But I do!
Hamish: Can i get back to you on this?
(S-H): NO! You say yes now! Then you wake up tomorrow.
Hamish: And what happens then?
(S-H): I'm not telling
Hamish: This is going to suck, isn't it.
(S-H): Not for me it ain't.
Hamish: Great.

(S-H): At least I'm not the one going insaine by talking to himself!
I hope you read back over this, so you know what you've done.
You're problems make me happy Hamish