CALL ALEX so...today is the seventh and, true to it's word, today was a good day =] half day at school, hung out with bobbo, went to taco bell, hung out with bobbo, jessface, and stacy there went to jordos, hung out with her its been okay. except my dad being all RAWR again. but eh.when isn't he i suppose. gotta go to goodwill friday, look for a decent bookshelf. if not, i'll have to go to staples or make one or something. but eh. so i was writing earlier. i can spit out some pretty emo shit when i'm like this. at least, i think it was good. idk. i'll read it over later and let you know. i'd go get it and have you tell me...buuut its kinda on my wall. and i can't very well bring it down here, now can i? i do remember the last couple lines though. they were "maybe i didn't survive. maybe i gave up trying. gave up fighting. maybe thats why i always feel so empty inside..." hm. maybe not so good. idk. i tried though. i should go do my homework. even though i'm pretty much a total failure anyway, since nothings ever good enough for my parents. mostly my dad. even back when i was younger, when i did try, my best was never good enough. it was always "thats nice...but do better next time." so i gave up trying. whats the point in breaking your back to reach impossible goals, when there's no incentive to help you along? i'm gonna go work, i guess. maybe this time i'll prove him wrong and make him proud. maybe hells freezing over. maybe thats why it's so cold here. i mean, we're not too far from it...