I haven't said much in this thing for a while. Now that I'm back, I'd first like to say RIP Mr Morrison, Mrs. Tyler, and Chavez Evans! May they be happy where ever their souls lie. IN HEAVEN!~! Anyways, I heard about Mrs. Tyler a while ago. And Chavez died last year. Mr Morrison, that was the heart breaker for me. I was so mean to him. He was my Spanish teacher and I treated him like CRAP. And he never once retalliated when he could have. He was nice, he tried to help me and it sucks that I was such an ass to him. It sucks a lot! But, I can't do anything about it. But it's like...why would I have done that at all? Am I some kind of a sick-o? But, It's not like I knew he was sick. Its juss... but if I did know, would it have stopped me? Now I feel horrible! Even worse, I heard my baby cry for the first time! It was like everything inside of me juss died. Now I know why they hate to hear me cry! It sucked so much, cuz I kept asking why they were crying and they were all, it's nothyng, it's nothyng. But it IS something when I have to hear you cry and everything that hurts you hurts me twice as much because I hear it effecting you. And I've never ever cared as much about anyone crying except my Best Friend. But My God, if I ever hear that again, Ima die! Probably litterally! Anyways, I'm gonna go cuz I need to eat and think..and what if I juss throw it all back up?! O God..let me go.