I'm suppose to be heading to school but I decide not to. Too much thinking. I fucking hate everything. My dad. My school. My life. Every little detail is fucked up. Gosh. I don't even think this is me speaking truthfully. I don't want whoever finds this to think I'm some sort of depressed dude. This just sucks. Only reason I'm writing is for my mom. I haven't wrote in weeks. Too busy lying in my pain. I haven't slept much. Can't. Well I think my dad is gonna send me to school. Well that's it i guess.
