My com is still unusable. With this kind of shit I dunno how much more I can take. I know its the Saturday and I really should be studying and all that kind of shit. Well the truth is that for this pass one week I have not been studying completely at all. One chapter of notes of any one subject per day is all I did. One note not four notes. Pretty fucked up huh? Whatever. Rather I have been thinking of my pathetic life here on this really fucked up planet and what my future holds for me. I have never think so much about this kinda shit for my entire miserable fucked up life. The things that welled up my eyes this whole week were more then I have ever remembered happening in the past few years. I need someone to talk to. But to whom shall I talk to? I have nobody to talk to. I don't have any friends close to me. How miserable. 17 years of my pathetic life and no close friends? I'm not even close to my family and relatives and all the shit. Whose gonna listen to me. Nobody. Didn't want to write all this crap actually. But I couldnt control. I have thought of talking to somone not very close but at least I think she would listen and I think I'm able to trust. I will find the chance to tell you when I'm ready. I believe you would listen. Don't freak out when I come find you to talk. I don't want to put on a mask everyday. I don't want to act happy when I'm not. I am me.

I will be strong. I won't crashed and smashed like this.

I will find my light in the darkness to lead me back on the path. Soon it will be sunrise again.