I've been thinking about death a lot. MY death. Whenever I think about my death I see an image in my mind, that my life fast forwards and then just...black. Nothing. Forever.A wave of shock and panic and fear hits me. I don't want this to happen to me.I don't really enjoy my life, but I enjoy life, living, in general.I think that no-one goes to hell. Everyone goes to heaven. But heaven is...

This one isn't as good, and very short, so...'Should I tell her? No, I shouldn't. No now, anyway. But she /is/ my best friend, she has a right to know...'I walked into Science, my horrible itchy maroon school jumper covering the painful cuts on my wrists + arms. I sat down in my usual spot, next to Renz.I tried desperately to concentrate on what we were doing, but I couldn't. It felt like she...

My life could revolve around a Simple Plan album.I looked up as the door opened. My older brother, Kyle, stumbled through the front door, drunk. Again. I sighed and returned to my magazine. I was home alone, my mother and my stepdad, Michael, were in Sydney, and my little brother, Jarmin, was staying at a friend’s house. Obviously, I thought it would be great. Me and Kyle, home alone. Fabulous....