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Dear Kitty,            Just got my report; that's really going to cheer me up. Lowest grade was a 4C; Chemistry (how did I guess). Best mark was English; 1A. According to all my teachers I'm very disorganised...            Why the hell do I care about this so much; it's not exactly going to affect the rest of my life, is it? I don't know. I don't care. I still feel how I felt last night; everything just seems so bleak. I don't want to live on this planet, anyway; nothing here actually makes any sense. There are so many different sides to each argument, so many words, so many ways to fight for causes. I don't know who to listen to anymore. I don't want to listen to anyone. I want to do things my way, to take life as it comes and to be able to learn the things that I want to learn, to be able to do what I want to do. I don't want to be here, where there are so many rules and regulations. I don't want to have to follow the stupid school code of conduct. I want to...I want to...oh, Kitty, I don't know what I want anymore. I know one thing, though; I don't want to be in this world anymore. Hector found that out last night, because I forgot to mark the last blog entry as 'only I can read this'. I worry about him. I worry about all my friends. I worry about the people I don't like and don't know. I don't know why. I don't care why. I just want everyone else in the world to know that there is at least one person who cares about them.             I'll write more later; I need to go and think and...stuff. I love you.FranoxxxP.S. I really can't see the point in not doing it.