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The following fragments of a notebook, which SCP-2599 used as a diary, were retrieved on February 17, 2019. If any more instances of the notebook were to be found on the razed remains of the building where SCP-2599 used to reside, please report to Dr. Wensley. Showing a high level of stress, SCP-2599 was administered Class B amnestics 2 days after containment. Any form of verbal reference to this file or the events it displays to SCP-2599 is strictly forbidden.
May 25th, 2011
Today I got this year's report card. I managed to get first place again. Mom and dad congratulated me, although mom was kinda disappointed when she saw the A- in Social Studies.
June 15th, 2011
Mom arranged another tutor for me. This time it's for Social Studies. This makes four tutors now. I mean, I only received A- this one time. I'm not that terrible at the subject, am I?
October 13th, 2011
Today a new kid moved to our school. I think his name was Alex, or something.
May 23th, 2012
Today I received this year's report card. It's a complete disaster. Alex took first place in basically everything. I got second place. Mom totally lost it. She yelled at me for being lazy and not working hard enough. But I really did work hard, like I always did.. Except this time it wasn't 'enough'. But that Alex is on a completly different level. I don't know what to do. Maybe, if I study harder than ever, I might beat him.
Please let it be so.
September 31th, 2012
Today I fell asleep during Science class. Ms.McKay was so mad at me. I suspect it's because I studied until 3 A.M. again yesterday. To be honest, I can't really concantrconcentrate that late, but would mom listen? 'This is an obstacle you have to overcome, to be the best again' she says. To be honest, I don't really get why is it that much important to be the best, but then again what do I know.
November 2nd, 2012
Today I fainted in the hallway during school. Gods, it was embarrassing. The nurse said it was a slight case of anemia.
January 14th, 2013
I feel a little weird lately. On top of the fact I consistently feel tired lately, it feels like a scared bird is living inside me. When mom tells me what to do, the bird panics and flaps around. I move and do what she says, but I'm not the one moving. As I do whatever, the bird gets bigger, gets more violent. It hurts me.
What the hell am I writing? I must be going crazy.
May 22th, 2013
Today I got this year's report card. Alex got first place again. I'm 2nd. I can't beat him. Mom was mad again. This time she was ready to hit me if dad didn't stop her. What the heck does she expect from me? The guy is a genius. How am I supposed to compete with a GENIUS????
May 22th, 2013
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