whatever I feel like writing

Huh

Sometimes I wonder why I'm here. I'm not going to kill myself, that's fucking stupid but I wonder sometimes. I ask myself stupid questions and give them stupid answers because I know no one else with bother to answer them. I'm not going to say that we a all made to die cause that isn't true. We are made to live and do something worth while. Well, I guess that's a lie. Some people are made to kill some are made to steal. It's a horrible but beautiful world we live in. It all kind of depends on how you treat it. Like if you leave a bee alone it won't sting you. If you fuck with it its gonna sting you and it's nobody's fault but yours. 
I started to read to read To Kill A Mocking Bird. I quite like it, even if I'm only on page 30. It has a lot of interesting quotes and it makes a lot of sense. I have learned over time that the intelligent are often bored. I'm always bored but that's not me telling you I'm smart. I know what I need to learn, and I learn what I want to learn. I don't know, it's lunch time at school so I'm having my thinking spree. People think I'm strange and I am getting strange looks for teachers and staff... If thy knew what I was writing I would be screw for the rest of my life.

Do you ever question human existence? I do.  It makes no sense and where to we all go. In so dead body land fill. Maybe, we'll go to another living hell. Who knows anymore.....