I cleaned my desk :3
You should to.

Living is admirable.  If you can't continue such an action, then you are a coward.  Why not be brave about it anyway if you're going to finish yourself off?  Cut vertically; slit the vein to end it all instead of cutting horizontally just to make it hurt.

I came upon a story.
There was once a girl.
No one liked her so they teased her and thus, she is left an outcast.
She thought "You will all regret everything you've done to me and live with a guilty conscious forever," and killed herself.
The others who had made fun of her continue to laugh and live everyday as they had.
"Isn't it better now that she is gone?" they giggled.
Or so it goes.

If you're going to kill yourself just to spite those who have degraded you, have you always been so conceited as to think that they will care after you have passed?

Losers.  What makes you think that you are so important?

I had a friend...well, I guess you can call her that considering we've known each other for at least two years.  Despite being treated like a punching bag, I have low standards for friendship; we share a few laughs?  Then we are considered friends; even if we are strangers.

In the last year of middle school, I saw her arms, her wrists, her scars.
I didn't say anything to stop her.  There's probably nothing that can be said that hasn't been said already.
I was a bit shocked though.  I'd never expected.  My only response was "You should stop" and "Does it hurt?"

These were the thoughts running through my head last night.  I'd wanted to think up some life lessons to tell the students today.  Simple stories like the one about the forest and turning back.

I volunteered at an elementary school to help Rebecca's mom with work at her library.  Molly, Rebecca and I stamped books and stuck on stickers and tape for a few hours.  Then we went out for lunch.  It was nice considering Rebecca's mom treated us with an $8 bakery gift card.  The day went by blissfully.  We read to kids in the afternoon.  The little people were alright.

After the school day was over; Rebecca went off to track and I had to go around Ctown with Molly to find some cheap perfume for her friend.  She wanted to get a knock off and it seems that all the places we went to were owned by Indian people.  She got the product for around half the original price...  then again; it was diluted.  I feared that those storekeepers we rejected were gonna jump us sooner or later and proceed with theft.  Luckly, we made it back to BK safely and just jumped from store to store for a few hours.

I passed math.  I am very content.