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47. I exist
Sorry, just adding to my ever-growing list of why my life sucks.
It’s kind of ironic that I spend time writing in here when just 10 minutes ago I was about ready to sell my soul to get my homework done!
Today I watched Maile play basketball against her grandfather out of my window. It pleased me to watch how happy she was.
I listened to a depressing song from 7:21PM-9:16PM. I was pissed and depressed. During that time I biked and walked around Tomball talking to myself about my life and Maile. It only succeeded in keeping me outside until about 9PM. Hell, I need to talk to myself sometimes. I wish I could record what I said and give a copy to Maile. She might be mad that I was so pessimistic and semi-suicidal.
Oh! I recently learned that if someone knows someone else is suicidal, and they don’t report it, they’d be arrested! Sabrina and Maile has risked arrest, except I try to act happier around them. It wouldn’t be good if I acted depressed around them.
I am about to die of exhaustion. Later.
P.S. – Maile is the best.