Have you written a Scarlet letter lately? Dipped a pen in the ink of story?? Hmm, yes how gay that must sound. I have no reason as to why I write in this online diary thing. It is just that I feel that talking to no one makes anyone feel better. Well, me atleast. today, i visted the councellor/shrink person. It was gay. My mother made me seem as the bad person, so I tuned out. When I tapped back in, the councellor was agreeing with my mother. Sometimes, I just want to kill people. Especially them. I had dreadfull thoughts of it. When Carol and I walked to Riverbend Square, I kept having those thoughts, each one becoming more vivid. Useually when I think this way, it makes me wonder as to what I am saying, verbally. Usually, when these thoughts of hate and death happen, I end up writing ATTACK on bathroom mirriors or saying nonsense-ish things. It would be joyous as to possibly be reached by another form, maybe commit these joyous crimes!! aha! And finally be rid of the horrible people in this corrupt- world!! Fucking christ, please let no one bring a child here, anymore. That is all I ask of anyone. Yes, quite finished I am. -Tea.