Lately I have been thinking about suicide a lot. Not that I’m thinking about doing it or anything like that, I’ve just been thinking about it a lot. I’m not so sure why, maybe because of the movie we watched in Health last week, but anyway, if I were ever to commit suicide I would leave a note explaining why. I wouldn’t tell anyone, I’m not so sure why I would do this, I don’t know, I maybe would tell my best friend. But I wouldn’t want them to think it was their fault, so I’m not sure. But there would be no need for that, because I wouldn’t do it. It’s just been something I’ve been thinking constantly about for a while now. When we watched the movie I started crying, everyone else in the classroom were laughing there asses off, and I was crying. I don’ t know if I’m just really pathetic…or I’m just way too sensitive, I’m not sure. But Greg called me gay when I told him about it. But yeah, of course he would. He said he never wrote that goddamn entry. I swear he did. I can’t just go to his online diary and read a entry that was never there, that’d be crazy. Tara said he was probably messing with my head, and that’s a possibility. But I don’t know, someone could have his password or something., but I doubt anyone would do that. And the entry sounded exactly like him, so I can’t see anyone pulling that off. I tried looking through the ‘xanga subscriptions’ in the e-mail for it, but it wasn’t there ((don’t they usually have stuff in there, even when people delete it?)) but anyway, I don’t think it really matters anymore. I’m finding more and more of the things he tells me are lies. I found his picture on someone’s myspace a few months ago, so what you lied about him too? I’m not sure, I asked her what his name was and she deleted me off her friends. I think she got a fended, but I really didn’t mean it to sound that way. I was just curious because if that was the same person, then he lied, and if he lied about something that sever then how do I know he’s not lying about everything else he’s ever told me, right? He wasn’t really the best of friends anyway. I could go on and on about how mad I am about things right now, but I have a feeling that I might regret writing them all down later. I sort of already regret writing this much..