My weekend sucked. I guess.... I got a new cat. She's gray. I wish I were dead. I have next to nothing to live for. Lalalala. It has become increasingly difficult to breathe. I feel choked. I feel like I am being smothered. Like I'm drowning... In a pool of my own VOMIT. Or blood. I have an Idea for Keeping up with my LJ and My diary. Yeah. I am so brilliant. I deserve a Nobel Peace Prize. Ah. Sarcasm so thick I could cut it with a knife. Chist banana-hole. Wish my dad wouldn't have snatched the knife from me when I was trying to end this pointless existance. He didn't have a right to as he was the one to hand me the knife in the first place.... Yeesh. Why do people constantly contradict themselves? It's not fair. I get Bitched at when I do it But it's ok for everyone else? Dammit! Fuckity fuck fuck. And PISS! If I had a weapon, I could end it now...... For me and someone else, too. Maybe a buch of someone elses and then me... Good Idea, Sam. It's the best one you've had since trying to *hand reaches out and chokes off the rest of that sentance* Oh. A good Idea. I finally have a good Idea. *does a dance* Ya know.... My biological mater almost got an abortion. Damn you, woman!!! Why didn't you??? I hope you rot in hell for bringing me into this world! Well, I can take myself out. So ha! But it's one thing to do something in theory and to do something in practice. So if I do anything in practice I will do it this summer after school gets out.