well. i found some of my old writing from high school.
pretty dark, compared to my writings today.
to me this was the most difficult time.
poor mr. dorna had to read all my misery.
he had to have known.
maybe that's why it genuinely seemed like he cared about me.
high school was difficult
i was alone. i felt alone.
but life is difficult.
i remember being very sad, very depressed.
not understanding anything that had happened,
the disgust and feelings of guilt left me numb with pain.
and the anger that lay inside me,
was there for anyone to see.
i know maybe you think i'm sad or depressed right now
because of my writings, but this is just my release.
like i said, this is my outlet.
i let all my bad days and nights live here.