mood: Suicidal
listening to: Barrel Of A .45 by Chevelle (I think)
watching: My computer screen?



It's been one week, since I wrote to you, cocked my head to the side and said 'I'm fucked up'. Well, one week and two days.

Well, Sunday passed again. I had to fake being really sore from Michelle's Bat Mitzvah so I didn't have to see him. -sighs softly- Whatever. I'm not allowed on the computer, stupid parents. I'm technically doing my Science Current Event.

I was at school again today... 'joy supreme'. My friend Liz is mad at me, I hate Lara because she CANT KEEP HER FUCKING MOUTH SHUT! She doesn't understand that I don't want my private life blurted around the school! I HATE her sometimes! But ya know what, I'm sick of her fucked up shit, so she can go to hell. She thinks that by going "Oh, I didn't know. Sorry- Oh look, that looks nice to eat" will cut it. I just... hate people. I wish I wasn't so scared to kill myself. I wish I could just take my dads .45 and shoot myself.

Screaming is an option right now. It really is.

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