stresed

sick feel like im guna throw up sweting 4 no reason n everything is mooving realy slow

no mater how hard i try i cant exscape my past

im feeling sick i h8 collige

i wish i didnt have morls

tv these days is filld with the pritenchis stupd bullshit iv ever seen ....

sum days i pray 4 deth

y is it when ever somthing good happins 2me 3 bad things happins

same days i wunder y im here

gess things never change do they

y is it like pulling teeth 2 try 2 get u 2 talk 2 me in case yur wundering yes clar im talking about u u never rispond 2 anything i say exsept if i talk 2 u on windos live u say your sick witch would b fine but i c u talk 2 other people yet u ignore me..... HELP ME UNDERSTAND

y the fuck do i still try

the folwing entrey is a essy for colige
PSI UBSETION OMEGA "You have just unlocked NESS the psi powerd youth". Little did i know it but those words would forever change my life and whe i am as a person. let let me give you a little bit more backstorey, when i was ten years old i bot a game called super smash brothers it wasa basik fighting game with all the well know nintendo caripters miro link donkey kong ecsetera how ever there was one caripter no mter how hard i tryed i could never unlock one night at a cherch gathering my cu

feeling realy dipressed

just had the wierdis expereyins at the hospital

going 2 b doing a compleat overhall of my page been meaning 2 4 a wile

i has a pupey

a part of me despritle wants die

happy b day kayro...
we miss u

now i rimember y i left fake

whats rong with brother
There was something weird about the day we brought my baby brother home. There was something weird about everything—the hospital, the people… everything. They kept giving us these strange looks, and I didn’t understand it.                                      A weird thing about my brother is that he was able to speak shortly after we brought him home. When I say speak, I don’t mean actual words. Just the cute baby-babbling everyone loves so much. One phrase he repeated almost constantly was especially strange. It sounded something like, “Ahg ed.”                                                             He would say it a lot whenever something bad happened, or when he got scared. When we asked what was wrong, he would just repeat it over and over again. Over time, he became easier to understand. Now, “ahg ed” sounded more like “ah bed.”                                  We assumed it was his way of telling us he was tired, but he still repeated it a lot. More time passed and he was about the age where most babies started to speak. One night, he suddenly started screaming and crying, and when I went to ask him what the matter was, he clearly said the words that will haunt me forever: “I’m dead.”