It’s almost time to go to school and this has got to be quick. I don’t think they understand how sick I get when I think about school. Sometimes I go to school with a headache and nauseous. It’s like hell. But I can’t stay home no matter what. Even if I’m dying. Even though I feel like I’m dying slowly each day. They will never understand how much I hate my life. I shouldn’t feel that way because I know God made me for a reason. I just don’t know my purpose. But I have a lot of anger. And every time I get angry, I get in trouble. Because I guess I don’t have any reason to be angry. But certain people make me angry and I have a right to be angry. The world is cruel and cold. I can’t stand it and I can’t myself. I can’t just be happy. I don’t know when I will be happy. Probably not for a long time.
Well, time to go to my six hours of hell.