her life is slowly beginning to fade and all because you handed her the blade
my day sucked ass. some ppl know why. its march 3rd... and a year ago ya im not going to put it on lj for any one to read.. first hour gay fucken ass ms giglio assigned us the same fucken hard ass essay project so that pissed me off. then for l.a i wrote a suicide poem for an assignment a week ago i think and i had a feeling she was going to talk to me about it cause i had to fucken read it in front of the whole class!! i didnt know that till i got there. and she decides to talk to me today..on the 3rd and we also were taling about suicide ( since romeo and juilet killed them selfes) and again why wait till today!!?? and when she talked to me shes like " lynsey your poem was very sad and it worries me, about a girl cutting her self. do you cut your self? me: no but i used to...ms mients: does your mom know? me: yes ms mients: do you do it now? me: no..ms mients: ok well i have to tell someone, so im going to tell your counsler and he will send you down sometime next week.....goooddd my life is none of there fucken buisenss. god i hate today. i hate the memory. and i fucken hate myself. blahhhh me and katie are going to go to steves again. that was fun. but it still wont take my mind of the memory of today. oh and this was the last line of my poem i read in front of my class that my teacher is worried anbout me from " her life is slowly beginning to fade and all because you handed her the blade.... "