For those of you that know me,In the past I have had many ups and downs. But today I counted to three, held my breath and waited for 12. I am new, I am not perfect. I'm not o-fucking-kay (yes i say this alot) but I hopefully will be. The things i have done will be softened, and the new me will rise and bloom like a new rose.Will I be Perfect?Yeah Right.But I will commit one final act of the old...

Like the song by simple plan, God Must Hate Me. The fact that no matter what I do pisses off my moms is a huge part of it. The reasons for my pain and shitty heLTH ARE JUST SO. My bio mom tells me constantly that I am garbage, that she hTES ME AND THAT i CAN DO NOTHING. i;M SPIRALLING DOWN TO HELL AND WANT SO MUCH TO RUN. tO FLEE THIS RAGING WILDFIRE THAT HAS CONSUMED ME TO THE POINT oF NO RETURN....

Now it's the day o the class in which the ne guy that seems woth it is not in. But at the end f the day it desn' matter what i like or don't like, because he doesn't like me. In fact, the guy hates that even exist, and that is what made me suicidal in the first damn place. But the more i get close to him,the more at stake my hereditary lack of sanity is. The same amunt of stuff that is hate is als...