my thoughts have abandoned me to hopeless emptiness. I speak in rhyme when I'm depressed, feel hurt, unwanted, overstressed, or overburdened with this life with which my soul is so possessed. Carl needs a hug. Give Carl a hug, people. My hands feel so cold, but maybe it's just that the rest of me is burning with fever... I don't want to go to school tomorrow. Except for choir. I want to stay home so I have time to type up my English essay and clean my room before grandma gets home... It hurts from the middle of my back, all the way up to my brain. I'm going to sue the English department. The textbook is over 2000 pages. Plus 2 science books, a world history book, another English textbook, an English READING book, pre-calc (which is a big fucking book), and spanish textbook, not to mention three big spiral notebooks, 2 composition notebooks, 3 1 inch binders and 1 3 inch binder - I have to carry two backpacks on the days when we have all classes. Everything Counts In Large Amounts... Goodnight, I'm going to go cry. ~ Beth