Suicide is a really funny thing.

Almost all of the time I spend at home I ponder death; I wonder what it'll be like after you die, if it'll hurt, how many people would care.

I don't really think that I ever would, though. I'm not really that sad. I know that most things suck right now and half the time I hate who I am, but I at least hope that the future will be better. I'll get out of this goddamn school and start doing the things I really want to do.

PE is the death of me.