I just got home from skool. I'm one fo the few who like skool, and yes, i spell it wrong purposely. haha.

anywax..sometimes your a friend with a person for a really long time, but then you realize you have feelings other than those of friendship. not in this case. i only have one class with him, pre-algebra, and i only get to talk to him there and at lunch. ive grown a fondness for him, and i suspect that means i like him. but for some reason, hes becoming a wonderful friend to have, and i would like it to stay that way. but then theres the the fact that i really like him. but the whole friendness thing is kicking me off my course. lifes a bitch. so is love. and you cant get your way with either. im farely new to this whole, im a teenager, i know everything, im a little fucking bastard routine, and i really dont understand it. maybe you can tell, but im not a complete idiot. so why cant i understand something so simple. or is it simple at all. you may also knowtice that im not a writer, and i cant spell. i try my best though, so dont critique. i just stabbed myslef with a a needle, so i should probably finish this up.



















How sad, when this is what your life has been reduced to. A single room apartment containing no more than a matress. How sad when the strings have been removed from the blinds and all the outlets have been painted over. And the television screen is streeked with blood and smeered from your knuckles as you were trying to punch it out but you underestimated its strength. Or maybe you just werent
trying hard enough. Startled by a knock at the door you rise for the first time in two days to answer but you can only greet the visitor with one short statement. "Hello. My first name is Distance, and I really don't care if i never wake up again. Hello my name is Distance! And I really don't care if I never wake up again! And I really don't
care if I never wake up again! And I really don't care if I never wake up again!