I wish I was okay.

Beep beep.. The start of another stressful day. I woke up facing right up at my Slipknot poster. Corey Taylor always leave's me breathless. Least I wake up staring at his face on the poster every day, ah, bliss. I threw on any thing black, messed up my black ratty hair with my fingers, and stumbled downstairs. "Hey gorgeous", teased my older sister, Taylor. "P... off" I grumbled. This was my que. I never ate breakfast, because mom always burn the toast. I slipped on my tattered converse and shut the gate - I wasn't in the mood for the boring same old conversations. Everyone knew my average day, school, laughed at, then another long night listening to Slipknot. I swear Corey Taylor talked to me in his lyrics. He sung about the psychopathic demon's that lived in all of us. It's true. I was walking to school pondering on the same old thoughts, with my iPod headphone's in jammed in my ear drum's full volume.. It wasn't loud enough. I wanted to block out all existence, all awareness of life. The journey to school was over before I knew it. Damn. I hated my life. What's the point in education? Just so jockeys and Barbie's could try and exceed in life. They wont amount to anything, they know it deep down within their powdered up personalities. They are all the same - No originality. No soul. No individualism. I had that, therefore my school life was hell. I wasn't society's toy. I wouldn't be modelled into their plastic lives. I wasn't what anyone wanted me to be. I couldn't mould into the usual simple minded teenager. I was an outcast. I look deeper into the human mind. I know the abnormal thoughts that many love to lock away. I love studying criminal minds, because their is a criminal in all of us, hid behind the Filtered thoughts. People say I worship Satanism. No. I'm just fascinated by the real, DARK world. Anyway. Lesson bell's rang continuously, until it hit break. A lonely time for me. Time for my iPod to work it's magic. It angered me to listen to pointless simple conversation's that don't need to be made into conversation's. No intelligence WHAT SO EVER. Most attendee's, student's and staff had no deeper meaning in conversations. They are like a broken record playing over and over again. Same old things to be said. Here comes the simpleton's that claim so much knowledge they think they know what I intend to be, my aspirations, goals, achievement's, and thoughts. They mock me for petty things. 99.9% isn't true. So what if I had a self harm habit. Yes. I self harmed for a long period of years, and was suicidal. I just couldn't take the deja vu every day. My life was just repeating. It still is. "EMO, haha". I wanted to argue back, but today I just didn't have the energy. I'm so use to this now. FINALLY. Last bell. 2 day's down until the weekend.

-TO CONTINUE SOON-