Ahh only 8 days left until my birthday, i had to talk about this book im composing, called "My Suicide", I had to explain a whole lot about it to someone and she talked to me about religion, but unfortunately for her it was a waste of breath, because i have abosolutely no religion, and nothing anyone says will convince me to find a religion.

Ahh today was great! i got to school and for some reason unknown to me i was really happy! amazing, for me at least! yay, and i got to sit next to stephen in art today, i love that kid!(as a friend) WooHoo, only 10 more days until im 16! yeah it really wont be that exciting but, something to look forward to i guess

My life has challenged me once again, all i think about is dying. It's pretty bad all i want to do is kill myself, or better yet kill the old people i live with, move out, argh if only my asshole of a dad would actually get to working on moving out. He has absolutely no clue how i feel, and im not talking about that emo feeling, the "oh lets just cut our wrists acrossed the street" shit im talking about the real thing, i feel like killing myself, taking a bullet to my head, my life is no better than anyone's. No one has a clue.