Opps

I just realized something. If I tell people about this, then I can't type super-depressing stuff. Then I'll get dragged off to a counselor. :'( Oh well. I won't type depressing stuff then. :'( But that'll make me depressed... I'll just get angry on my angst blog... don't read my angst blog, please, people who read this.... DON'T DRAG ME TO THE COUNSELOR PEOPLEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Blaahh...

What am I supposed to do now? I'm just sitting here waiting for something to do because ultimately it's just Mrs. Reiber telling the 7th graders the stuff about the computer. I'm essentially just sitting here. And not doing anything. So I'm going to start typing a story. :D


I cry in the rain, collapsed inside of a slide tunnel. Tears drip down my cheeks as the tears of the sky pound outside. Pain lances my heart, and I can't focus. "He hates me... he hates me... he hates me... he hates me... he hates me..." that's all I can sob out as I tremble. Pain, pain, he hates me, pain, sorrow, depression, I can't take it...

Then a light shines in the dark, and my tear-swollen eyes look up and see...


Actually, I'll continue this later. I just remembered to check SoCNoC.... me failed. :'( :'( D': FAILURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!