SO MUCH FOR SUMMER... I'VE WAITED FOR IT ALL YEAR LONG, AND NOW THAT ITS COME I'VE NAUGHT TO DO, BUT WATCH TELEVISION ALL DAY OR READ BOOKS WHICH I'VE READ TIME AND TIME AGAIN... MY MOTHER EXPECTS ME TO GO OUTSIDE AND DO WHATEVER JUST AS LONG AS I GET SOME EXERCISE, THOUGH HOW SHE EXPECTS ME TO DO SO I TRULY DON'T KNOW, BECAUSE OUTSIDE IT'S LITERALLY ABOUT 110 DEGREES... IF ANYTHING, I'D END UP DYING FROM DEHYDRATION, LEST A HEAT STROKE SHOULD COME FIRST... MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 4 DAYS. AS USUAL, NOONE HAS CALLED OR EVEN MENTIONED IT... SO MUCH FOR MY FRIENDS, TO NEVER REMEMBER. PERHAPS I SHALL RETURN THE FAVOR TO MY FRIENDS AS WELL AS MY FAMILY... THAN AGAIN I CAN'T ACTUALLY EXPECT MUCH FROM THEM CONSIDERING I DON'T HAVE ANY "REAL" FRIENDS SO TO SPEAK... MOST OF MY SO CALLED FRIENDS I CONSIDER THEM TO NOTHING MORE THAN ACCUANTANCES...

  I don't know what to do anymore. I'm not depressed or suicidal or anything. For the last 2 years or so, I've lost interest in all the things that I once enjoyed. I'm slowly crawling away from my friends. Nothing seems to interest me. I just wish I could be different. One day, once I'm old enough, I'm going to live in another state or country, and neither my friends nor my family will ever hear from me again. I'll make a new life.

SOMETHING THAT REALLLY BOTHERS ME IS MY MOTHER. SHE SITS THERE AND CRITIZISES THE ENTIRE WORLD LIKE SHE IS PERFECT. EVERYDAY SHE YELLS AT ME FOR EVERY LITTLE THING I DO, OR DON'T DO. SHE ALWAYS POINTS OUT THE THINGS I DO WRONG, AND NEVER THE THINGS DONE RIGHT. SHE SEE'S A GUY WITH A MOWHAWK, AND RIGHT AWAY SHE SAYS: "THAT BOY MUST BE IN A GANG". OR SOMETHING OF THE SORT, ALOMST LIKE IT'S AN INSTICNT. I SUPPOSE PEOPLE WILL NEVER LEARN FROM THEIR MISTAKES. THUSLY MY MOTHER WILL NEVER ADHERE TO THE SAYING- NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER.

Than the phrase: Momento Mori. A quote so fitting for myself; it's Latin. It means " Remember I Will Die." Sort makes me think of what things shall be happening, and what the weather will be like the day I die. Along with what sort of people will be at my funeral. I only want to learn Latin, and hopefully find the love of my life ere I die.

Well as everyone probably knows, life is never what one wants it to be. For some, this may prove very unfortunate. Others just make the best of it. Either way, one can only hope to learn from their mistakes. Something I'm don't seem to be very good at...
  I know many of you out there have probably heard people speak about how they hate their lives and what not, because noone understands them, and they have no friends. These people mostly make themselves martyrs.
  I on the other hand, honestly don't enjoy my life all that much, or at all for that matter.I have friends. A loving family, whom for all the love in the world they give me, wish to have nothing to do with me.
  At school people see me as this cheerful, funny, guy who is always in a good mood and doesnt hold grudges toward anyone. Least of all, I end up liking a girl, which later on I end up finding that she only sees me as a friend. That's the only thing I'm good for. When I leave this place, than they will all see what they missed out on. Because once I'm old enough, I shall disappear. Not that anyone should care, since no one, far as I know is fond of me.