My life . . . lonley is what it is. Sometimes I don't feel like I am, but then again it's most of the time I do feel lonesome. Lonesome because I am lost, and lost because theres no hope left, and no hope left because I am vanishing. Most high schoolers have the time of their lives in high school, and most don't. I am in the middle, lost of course, only sometimes hoping for a break of my life, and life up in heaven or a life down in hell. My thoughts are better said in words, not spoken, but written. SEQUELS- The REAL Diary of a Highschooler: SUMMER 2012 The REAL Diary of a Highschooler: Sophomore Year 2012-13