Argh I REALLY have to rant at SOMETHING!

I am getting so annoyed at everyone. They’re all trying to make me do sociology. I hate it. I can’t stand the subject. That class has literally made me feel suicidal and I’ve sat there thinking of ways to die just to get out of there.

I really can’t deal with it and because I got 41% in the prelim they’re all trying to make me. I have Wilma or whatever her name is talking about how I can easily get a B and she’d be sad to lose...

English homework. 1000 word reflective essay on 'Why do you write?'
Since my english teacher -and possibly class- are now going to realise how crazy and messed up I am, I figured I might as well share it with the rest of the world. Why not broadcast insanity?
(I also made it rainbow coloured so it's not too boring )


Why do I write?

I guess that there could many plausible answers to that question. Because I have to, for school. Because I’m bored....

My wrist is a mess. Not like they're even that big, Or deep. Just small and lots of them. It's the only way I feel I can deal with this. I've been so confused the past 4 or 5 days and I'm sick of crying. It's happening again. It's all beginning again.
I don't know if I can handle this a second time round. Maybe I'm just not meant to be happy.
Maybe I'm just not meant to survive.
Maybe I was supposed to die that night in December. And the safety and happiness that that night...