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Hi people,

Today was just another normal school day. I came back from my 5-day weekend. Nothing much happened.
I went to Lit. Mag. today with Pamela. Art Club was canceled for some strange reason. Oh well, all we were doing was crocheting. I at least got better at it, I must say. Anyway, I read my poem about Self-Mutilation today. It was alright, kinda a tragedy. Here it is.....

Fueled the Tragedy

Push the blade into your skin.

You think the pressure is lifted within.

You think it's a way to lose the pain
and your the only one to gain.

Hiding the scars with your sleeve

The guilt builds up inside you see.

You think no one know and it
doesn't show.

Inside you bleed,
the need to bleed.

The feeling show and
you can't take it anymore.

Can this blade help you forget
this feeling of regret?

Have you lost your mind?

Are trying to keep up
with a smile?

Bleeding from the wrists.

Now wishing for a
tourniquet.

Wasted away in a
sea of lie.

Cry and cry now here
you lie.

You missed out, now you
can't breathe.

All because of that need
to bleed.

The addiction that kills.

The addiction of free will.

The addiction of self-mutilation.


It was fun being there. People were rhyming and laughing making up silly poems out of nowhere. It was awesome.After that me and Pamela was walking home with my other friend and we were singing. I couldn't sing very loud or when I did my voice would crack because I am still getting over my cold. Any who, we were singing The Fugees - Killing Me Softly and I think Evanescence. That was fun, for the moment, I kinda forgot the words to it but that's okay. . I got home at about 4:15 pm. That meant that I only had 25 minutes to eat, chnage my clothes, and go to Sylvan. the only reason I am going there is because I need to be challenged in Math. I took pre-algebra last year at school and Algebra I at Sylvan. They screwed up my schedule. Oh well I am pretty contempt with my classes. The people maybe shitty but I can manage. I got home from Sylvan and made my lunch for tomorrow. I listened to music, called Cindy, and did my homework.

I'm tired and I wanna sleep.

Peace out peeps.