Yeah I'm sick of your , I'm done. I give up. I'm not strong enough mentally, emotionally, physically, spirtually; I just can't.

This school has made me do, think, and feel things that no one should ever EVER feel.

I have cut, starved, silenced myself, made a list of how to kill myself, wrote depressing poetry, and cried myself to the point where I put my fingers in my mouth and pretended to shoot myself.

This is not how highschool is suppose to be, isn't it suppose to be fun? Where did I go wrong? Did I miss something, did I miss the meeting where life was giving out happiness for free. I will get revenge on this damn school; and you can't stop me you son's of es.

DIE THE STUDENT BODY OF MY HIGH SCHOOL, BY THE END OF THE YEAR I WILL HAVE INFLICTED THE SAME PAIN YOU HAVE INFLICTED ON ME.