

My Death...Well My SuicideI walked though the living room smothering everything in kerosine as I went. The once forest green chair that Father always sat in was a blackened, soaked color. The carpet had also changed to a dark brown. Paint smeared and became one big blob of blue where Mother’s favorite painting had been. I went down the hallway splashing the walls as I walked backward down the hallway to my bedroom, the tomb my body would be confined to.My Death...Well My Suicide
Carefully, I took the candle that had always been on my dresser in case of a blackout and lit it. Holding it in my hand, I sat on my bed looking from the double bracelet with black and white cut glass in my hand


Confessions of Teen Aged GirlNo one would think I was capable of doing such a thing if I ever told them . . . but I was. People would have said, “good one!” as if it was a joke, because in their minds, I had the perfect family. But the truth is, my parents fight almost every night, and because of this I am very familiar with the school counselor. Most of the time I was with her I just answer questions “truthfully”; when she asked me how I felt when my parents fought I wouldn’t answer truthfully. I’d say “I don’t care,” but I did, I cared a lot! They drove me crazy when they fought! I wished they would have just been quiet and talked about their problems like kids mConfessions of Teen Aged Girl


my lifeI pull the blade acrossed my wrist As I think of my life And all the problems that exist I have two assignments duemy life
And three that are new Also thoughts of him... The thoughts of him never being with me The pain of the blade against my skin Both stings and is a refief to be In this evil world thats capturing me


LoneinessLonelinessLoneiness
Everyday I get closer to death, Ever closer to eternal loneliness. I am constantly haunted by the dreadful shadow,
That stocks me night and day.
The frightening thought that I will always be this way, Haunted by the ever lonely day. I have given in to the day,
The day that haunts me so. I slit my wrists and watch the blood, The blood pour down my hands onto the picture, The picture of you...with her.
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What goes on in my head:
..........silence...............-crickets chirp-...............Big evil spider squishes crickets.................silence....................-demonic laughing as spider walks away-......big evil math assignment sqaushes spider....
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Mitchell: The pinecone should be our mascot!
Mr. Ford: >_> I've told you, it's a FIR cone, not a pinecone.
Alison: So we're the ArtTech fighting pinecones now?
Mr. Ford: Fighting FIR CONES!
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"Speaking of screaming Fangirls.. Where is Theodore Roosevelt?"
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