Putting down these thoughts that are revolving inside my head would be impossible. There's a spider in my head weaving a web of SHIT. I'm not happy. I don't know where my life is going. My life is one bad event after another. I'm always anxious, and I feel like it's taking me away from living my life. I do things that I don't want to do. I do things that I don't believe in. I do things that ruin the possibility of happiness. What a life. I don't know who I am. I don't know what to do. FUCK MY LIFE. No one is like me. I have nothing in common with ANYONE. I have NO ONE to hang out with. High school is another fucking mess. I don't deserve to worship Christ. What am I going to do in the future? I'll probably end up living alone, dealing with the same thing that I'm dealing with now. I'm fifteen, but I feel like I'm forty. I feel like a stone; all I do is lay around and watch everything and everybody LIVE around me. I'm ugly too. lol I'm an ugly rock with a spider spinning a web of shit in my head. Fantastic!