I hate school. School is the root of all evil. School needs to die. So I slacked off third tri, so what! I am not failing anything, I still passed, they arent going to hold me back. I'll do better next year I promise! Dont make me stay home. You where a problem child too. You favor her over me. She is your favorite. She is moved out now, pay attention to me, you need to love me, let me grow up dad. I dont want to spend five fucking weeks of my summer at home. Dont make me. You hate me anyways, why do you want me to stay home with you? I hate this house, I hate it, you cant make me. Fine, I will stay inside. I will waste away my miserable life in this hell hole. Fine, I will stay. I will sleep all day, not eat anything, and not talk to you. You probobly dont care though. I will stay and bleed to death in my room. You cant stop me. I will slit my wrist with a fucking kitchen knife if I have to. I know I am making a big deal out of this. I know that its not life in prison. But, to a teenage girl who gets bored out of her fucking mind way to eaily... it could be. I love you, but you dont seem to love me. Stupid school ruining my whole fucking life. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I am such a diva, its not that bad. I can handle it, this doesnt bother me. Fuck. I drew a girl today. She was kneeling and praying. Her arms where all cut. Her throat was cut. She didnt have pupils or irises, just the outline of an eye. She was crying because she was alone in the dark and no one was their to save her from her stupid mistakes. She doesnt like the dark. My cat is nice. She knows when I am sad. I pet her, but she sheds all over. I push her away. I drew another angel as well. The angel is a woman, and she is golden. Her hair is long and black. She wears a red robe. She carries a crucifix and a scythe. She doesnt have a face. I love the world, I wish I could be better. I dont deserve to be in a world so beautiful. If I make the world ugly, can I live in it? I shouldnt be on the internet, I am not allowed right now. I dont fucking care, there is nothing else to do. Blood is dripping off the scythe. Maybe the angel killed someone. I want to be his friend, I just dont want to appear over eager. I wont approach him. She is nice, I like her. She says she is my friend, I hope so. I like friends. They are going to find out. They are going to be mad. I wont be able to be friends with them again. Chewing on my fingers. They dont taste very good. I draw blood. It tastes like metal. Goodbye world, and all ye men and women who are merely players on the stage. In the name of the fucking drama queen.