Collect calls from home....
Im paid to make girls panic while I sing....
And we won't let you in......




I am heaven sent
don't you dare forget
I am the cause to all you're problems
what all the others boys all promised
Im sorry I told,
I just needed you to know........


Brand new currently ringing in my ears and really kinda relating to my worries. I don't know what to do, Im falliable. I sit in class and vividly imagine sliting my wrists, or going down in a blaze of glory, or something, just to get out of this place, no I don't wanna leave here, I just wanna leave these people behind. It's crazy now. I can't trust anyone. I talk to mainly the guys, all the other girls are jealous or have no interest whatsoever of trying to be civilized to someone of a different skin-colour.

My death has been planned. Vividly, in colour, Ive even been to my own funeral, the only people speaking would be Big Devin and of Course Matthew, thats as far as Ive gotten, Im usually pulled from my thoughts by some menial task which is just work to keep us busy.

Im not sick I promise, Im just bored. Ask anyone who knows me well, bad things happen when I get bored.