Mood: ...
Quote: "Every day that passes, i die a little inside. But when i think about it- i have already died"

No sleep last night. I spent most of it crying silently, and hoping i wouldn't wake my mom and Richard. Those two sleep like goddamn rocks. I wish i could be more like them.
Things have not greatly improved since my previous entry.
I went to school today, with every intention of telling Shona what i did last night, but i didn't. I couldn't bring myself to. I just couldn't.
Instead, i stabbed the guy who sits in front of me with a sharp pencil.
He fuckin' deserved it.

Last night, i lay awake all night, trying not to listen to that little voice in the back of my head that tells me i'm worthless.
But i did.

And now it's my fault.

-So much for the Son of Rage and Love
Saint Jimmy lives

Sara