A suicide's Journal

Chapter 1

"Hey dickhead!" Someone called from behind me. I groaned as I realized he was talking to me, Noah Gallers. I kept walking and turned on the music, Sleeping With Sirens Do It Now Remember It Later. Just got done with suicide silence.
      "Dickhead! I'm talking to you! And I felt someone kick the back of my knee cap. I turned around.
    "Hey loser emo-wannabe listen' to your emo music there?" He asked hatred filling his lungs. The crowd began to curiously gather.
  This was going to get bad, not for him but for me.

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   July 1,2014
I took out my headphones and stuffed them in my bag, it was a vans warped tour bag I got last year. Yeah, if you couldn't tell I'm a guy. Not all people who suffer from everyday things are girls. Wake up, sweetie. This is reality. I'm not good with the whole intro thing especially when I have a black eye and my whole body is sore, and somehow the teachers STILL didn't find out. Dumbasses. Well anyway I bought this cheap $2.00 journal and decided to try it out. Um well mom left to go be with her new boyfriend, starting today, probably going to end tomorrow. She's a total slut. It's disgusting. That's basically it, I guess beside me making on slash with the scissors, it was my first time, it was weird. Only once, I'm not gonna do it again I promise. Well yea anywho bye I guess hopefully my life would soon get more dramatic (and in a good way) LOL.

(A/N: this is not a true story.... and well enjoy hopefully this'll work out....dunno.)