Feel the Wrath of My Emoness-ness

I've decided that in this post I'm going to complain about my life, k?

I'm fucking sick. I feel like crying all the time. My parents are jerks. I screwed up school the last quarter and a half. I'm probably going to die early with my unknown blood disease or whatever. I keep wanting to cut my self again. School rocks too much. I have some stupid-ass crush on some kid I don't know that won't go away. People are swarming me at school. I just missed one of my best friends birthday party. I'm writing about this shit in a blog.

Ok, if you are reading this, I'm highly surprised. This blog is like a dairy for me. It doesn't get lost or destroyed, cause it's everywhere. That's partly why started it. The point of that rant was not for you to feel bad for me, because I know know one is going to read this, anyway. The point of that was to write down what I feel at the moment. Don't take it all that seriously.