Jan. 28, 2002 7:48 p.m.
Well, yesterday my brother fucking cut my arm with a knife on purpose. I thought that, that was pretty fucked up. I was so fucking mad that I was about to fucking kill him. GOD DAMN!!!
Man all day I could not fucking get all of these thoughts of suicide out of my head. All I could think of was that. That and fucking kill two people that I don't want to name (Brian Phillips and Mr. Lehman). These to motherfucker are trying to get my ass kicked out of school for no fucking reason. What do I wanna say to them for their kind jester, FUCK YOU YOU COCK SUCKING PIECES OF SHIT! I HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU TWO PIECES OF DOG SHIT! MY god YOU TWO ARE THE STUPIDEST MUTHAFUCKAS IN THE WORLD! Oh, and for Phillips alone, I WANNA PUNCH YOU IN YOUR FUCKING FACE SO HARD THAT YOU FUCKING MOM FEELS IT! But, back to my suicidal tendicies, I think that I am not even going to make it another week with all of this shit in my head. I might but I don't know. It is hard for me to say. All I wanna say is that I wanna die, ease my pain. What pain you might ask? The emotional pain that deals with how much I care about Lindsey and I don't think that I am ever going to out with her, because I am starting to feel that she lost all feelings for me. Other than the ones of me being her friend. Oh, pain is the stress of trying to stay in school and keep my grades up, but some people are FUCKING TRYING TO GET ME KICKED OUT! Other stress, my family pushing me to graduate. I can probably keep listing but I don't think I can right now maybe some other time.
!!!Fuck Yes!!!
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