Initially, I thought that he wasn�t getting enough sleep. Everyone knows you need a full seven hours to stay alert through the day. I asked him how much he slept. The answer was most unsatisfactory.

�Screw you Paul!!! Who cares how much sleep I get?!?! Why don�t you go mind your own business? Oh yeah, why don�t you fuck yourself while your at it!!!�

I realized the problem went much, much deeper. This wasn�t like him. Normally, he�s a big pussy. Something definitely wasn�t right. So, being the daring boy that I am, I staged a one-man nighttime raid on his shanty-house. Surely I could find some answers there, as well as some good porno his brother keeps.

As the night closed in around me, I stood outside of Kevin�s lean-to. I mentally prepared myself. Inside this tiny hut lurked terrible things, things better left unspoken. I looked at the window, and to my terror, I saw Kevin�s older brother, Paul, walk by, clad only in his undergarments. I shielded my eyes and dropped to the dirt. That was awful! I picked myself up again and took a deep breath. I walked over to Kevin�s bedroom window and opened it.

I slipped in silently, like a fat ten year old sneaking downstairs for some Twinkies at midnight. Kevin wouldn�t be home for the weekend. He had went away for a time to a little cabin in the woods for �a time of reflection�, as he had said. I scanned his room. It all seemed perfectly normal for a teenager, except for the enormous pile of cat refuse in the corner. I looked on his dresser and saw what seemed to be a diary. It seemed like a good place to look.

I took the diary and opened it. What I saw was disturbing to the extreme. I took the liberty to copy a select few passages out of the diary. This is what they were.

October 10 � Dear Diary, this is Kevin. How are you doing? I�m glad I can talk to you. You are the only one that ever listens. All the other boys, they are big meanies. They make fun of me all the time. At least you don�t make fun of me! You only say nice things! Well, Diary, I�m going to bed now. Sweet dreams.!

October 11 � Dear Diary, I�m back!!! This morning, I colored you a picture. Daddy even let me hang it on the refrigerator! I love my daddy. But he looks at me funny. Sometimes, he looks at me for a long time, shakes his head, and drinks my big brother�s juice. He�s really thirsty!!!

Those ones aren�t bad at all. Actually, when Kevin wrote these, he was a sickeningly stupid and na�ve child. But that changes about a week later. Examine.

October 16 - God. I fucking hate Jason!!! And Shane and Paul!!! They can�t do anything by themselves! It�s always, �Kevin, how do you do this?� and �Kevin, help me with this.� I�m fucking sick of it!!! The next time they ask me something, I swear to God, I will punch them in the face!!!

About this time, the first signs of anger are displayed. But, Kevin is not a child to be so easily categorized. He goes from one extreme to the next. Explore his deep depression.

October 19 � Dear Diary, what�s the use? I hate my life. I haven�t amounted to anything yet, and I never will. This site is a failure, and my underwear is too tight. I would get up and change them, but what�s the use? I�ll just poop in those, too, and have to change them again. Life is futile� If I weren�t a coward, I�d end it now�

Just a measly five days later, Kevin finally breaks the barrier into insanity. Here are his ravings.

October 24 � I can feel it. The darkness, pressing all around me. I can see them and their leering faces, always taunting me. Oh, but they�ll pay! Soon, very soon, I will have my revenge. Its just a matter of time�

October 26- They are on to me. I know they are. Already Paul begins to suspect something. He is the smartest and best looking- he must go first. He is the shepherd, the other two are just sheep. Without him they will easily crumble before my holy righteousness. My father approaches; I shall continue this another day.

October 27- Hahahahaha!!! My devious plans are in action!!! I am going away this weekend, to a secluded cabin in the woods. From there, I shall fashion my weapon. Give my state of poverty, I am forced to use pinecones, but nevertheless, pinecones make a formidable weapon indeed!!! With it, I shall end them, and their horrible, evil taint they have put on me. Afterward, I shall feast upon them, and offer sacrifices to Nahatmahalla, my savior.

Disturbing� to say the least. Those were the worst of them. In the beginning of his diary, he is quite a normal child. However, his descent into madness becomes quite evident around the end of September, precisely the time when we began work on our website. From my awesome powers of reasoning, I deduced that all of the stress of maintaining a website must have begun affecting Kevin, causing his mind to rot. There is nothing I can do to stop him. He can easily deny the facts about his mental state, and the others are too blind to see. We shall have to wait and see� Until then, I tread softly.