*11.15.2005 - 3:37 p.m.*

Everytime I feel like I've got a handle on my life something comes along that makes me slip, trip, and feel like I'm going to fall and break my neck.

I'm so ready to give up school. Every year it feels like I have to bang my head against a brick wall, and the walls keep getting harder. Each year I've managed to break through the wall, either by just enough, or by a decent margin. I think this year, the wall is finally going to kill me.

I'm ready to snap. I'm ready to give up. I can't keep banging my head or else I'm going to wind up brain damaged.

I hate this school. I hate this path. And I hate all this hate.

Why can't anything ever be simple?