I am always wounded. I try to mend myself, but every- time it fails. Black-mail every day, death threats, bullying, I try to call the cops, but every time it's botched. I get nightmares every night. I think just might kill myself. Every day I go to school, it takes a peak to tomorrow. "Hello freak." I dread it day and night. people think I'm crazy because of the medications, the only reason I'm on those medications is because of the kids at school. I hate the people who think their so cool, because it's those people who pick on me. It ticks me off. Here is the moment I kill myself. I leave a note for my mom, telling how much I love her, I pick up the gun and BANG.
January 5, 2012