I have this desire to write, I really really want to be able to put my thoughts into some form of poetic writing, but I can't. Why you ask? Because I have a headache so bad that I can't concentrate enough to write poetry or even a nice short story. That quiz was wrong, I'm not too pure to commit a crime. I am going to go to jail for killing my nine year old cousin. I have never liked him, he's one of the most annoying people that I know of. And I know that he is going to turn into a jock, an asshole jerk of a jock at that. And what really disappoints me is that he's extremly intelligent and he does nothing with it except push everyone buttons, especially mine. And my mother know that I don't get along with her, and yet she leaves me alone with him for hours on end, and made me babysit him all week while she was at work. I feel as if they drew the short straw for me while I wasn't watching. See David now I know how you feel. Well I am too tired to write any more, hopefully he will go to bed early so I can too.