diary3

Hello.

It's you. This is me. No...I can't tell you who you are. No...I didn't really write this on what the date says. No...I can't tell you why you're reading this. No...I, um, don't have a lot of time on my hands. I could go on forever like this couldn't I? Hehehe...

Well...according to the date, yesterday was the grad prank.... BAD prank. BAD grads. "You damaged the waterfall area, insulted principals to their face with racial comments and swearing, you, horrors of horrors, skipped part of the first class! *gasp of shock* How could you?"

Whatever.

Well, not really whatever, but I do regret taking any part in it. But not enough to have skipped it altogether if I could go back in time. Which I can't.

Have I complained about the grad write-ups yet? Because the due date is silly. Oh...wait a sec...yes, I have. End paragraph.

Strange thought of the day: If you commit suicide, do you go to heaven?
** And for all you psychos out there who think I'm asking this because I want to die...it's not...I just remembered that that was a question floating around one year at church. Although it'd be REALLY funny if I didn't put this disclaimer in and you all DID think I was crazy and you called the nice people in the white lab coats and they took me away and I never saw any of you again without glass between us.**

Please proceed to the next day because I have nothing else to say here.

"The hardest thing in this world is living in it. Live -- for me."

(and she dies... and comes back 104(?) days later which is a long story I won't go into and does ANYONE even know where these quotes come from?)