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May 21, 2007 20:52

Today was hell. It felt like everyone was staring at me during school. I just wanted to tell them all to shove it. And then getting my stuff was horrible. I'm glad Miya went with me. She was a big help.

Mrs. Ichijouji and I talked a little bit; she looks like she's on the verge of a collapse. I ended up packing up all of Ken's things for her since she won't go into his room. His whole life's just a stack of boxes now. I still don't understand why he'd do it, but I think the shrink is helping. I still want to die, though, so I suppose it's not helping that much.

I took Ken's cigarettes with some other stuff of his. Maybe I'll smoke them. If I'm lucky I'll get lung cancer and die. One can only hope. *snort*

ken, packing, depression, death, miya, school

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