im a punk rocker i really dont care what u think of me im cute and evil so dont mess all fuck u up, all find ur house and slit ur throat. but other than that im vwery easy to get along with, just be cool with me and all be cool with u. but i really dont feel like typin so bye bye. peace out.PS best friends r [Sublime888] and [who writes the rules69] ya'll kickass!!! YEA!! and if u want to IM me ever my screenname is icanseeyou677.


Dear Diary:

They told me that I was the ugliest thing they'd ever
seen, and i started to cry.
I went home and Jake called me.
I thought the day would get better.


But he told me that long distance relationships dont work out.
He lived in California, and I moved to Michigan.
Then I told him I loved him and that I missed him.
He told me that the only reason he ever went out with me was because
I was a joke, and he was dared to.
Then he dumped me.


We were going out for two and a half years!


November 9, 1999


Today got a little better.
I miss jake so much you dont even know diary!!!!
But he even changed his number so I wouldn't call him.
But the most hottest guy at school asked me to the dance!
And those prissy girls that said im ugly let me hang out with them
at lunch today.
It was cool!!


November 10,1999


I'm crying right now... turns out that hot guy was a jerk at the
dance. he
poured his punch on me, and those girls ripped my dress and everyone
started laughing.
Then my grandma told me today that mom and dad got in a little car
accident.
They're in critical condition, they might die.


I can't write anymore.


November 11, 1999


Todays a saturday... but me and grandma were at the hospital all
night long.
Dad died this morning.
Mom is going to live, but she's crippled for her life.
I wanna die too. while we were at the hospital grandma found out
that she had cancer in her stomach.She has to go on chemo-therapy.
I cant believe daddy died. I'm crying more then I have my whole life.
I'm in shock.
I cant write...I'm too tired.
I need sleep.


November 12, 1999


Daddy is not dead! He can't be!
Its all a dream. My life is perfect.
Jake still loves me. I can barely write. I'm crying too much.
I wanna die.
Bye...


*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*


One day later, Lisa was found dead in her basement.


She had hung herself with a yellow rope.
I am her mother.
My name is Maranda Gonzalez.
The reason I wrote this e-mail to all of you, is because no one else deserves
what my daughter had.
Please remember that everyone needs love.
Everyone needs a hug everyday.
No one should be made fun of, or insulted.
No one deserves to die like Lisa did.
All of you please dont be the popular prissy girls that put other
people down to make themselves feel better!
Please dont be the awful posessed date for the dance that makes
people cry.
Now please do me the honor of sending this to as many people as you
can think of. So that way everyone will know not to be a jerk.

THIS IS REALLY DEEP...READ THIS IF U CARE ^^^^^^^^^^^^