stress
i feel like im looking at a gun with unknown amount of bullets in it, all i know is that there are some in there and the shooter likes to put another bullet in the gun every once in a while. i wander how many it can hold. my days are numbered, the quarter at school is almost over and im beginning to wander if im going to make it. i almost wish i was staring at a gun... if i fail my life will take a horrible plunge for the worst and all my parents efferts will go down the drain. grant it, i have thought this would have a few times before, but the chances of making it if i fail are very slim. ill have to live with the shame of being a no good failure of a child, cause i just cant kill myself, my will is too strong, and i know the effect it would have... i need a lot of luck