Well then. People are weird. I mean, for no reason at all they can just stop talking to you and it can seem like you're not friends anymore. Whatever. I can only do so much in trying to make it better. I don't really give a fuck anymore. People will do what they want to, and that's about it. I'm in a bad mood. Chris woke me up this morning, and I didn't want to go to school, but then I did. I'm really fucking hungry. There's nothing to eat at my house, and I have no money because my mother is quite poor. Well, life is shit. I don't even feel like doing anything anymore. I just feel like sitting at home in the dark, playing my guitar and penning sad poems about the cat I don't have. Okay, maybe not about cats and such, but you get my drift. I hate this, it's like how I felt at the start of grade eleven, and that wasn't good. My ear hurts. I am a big blob of complaint. The one, the only, Laura Michelle* p.s. I am going home now, even though it's only 1108 am and I have class. Blah