not a good day. or week..... not exactly good month, either.... emmett, emmett, emmett..... NOT emmett cullen, damn all those who have ask me that already....

wondering about the irony..... how do you figur my very-best friend killed himself in the month of love? ........ i can swear hes standing behind me now.... course, i might just be insane.... well, more insane, but whatever...

yeah. i got yelled at in choir today because i coulnd sing cause i was trying not to cry.. of course, then i did cry, and got yelled at again.. yknow, everyone always told me that religeous people are nice, but choir director teaches sunday school, and hes really mean... of course, my choir was freaked out... im not one for crying, excpecially at school.... broke down in tears and wasn allowed to leave. sat down on the floor so i wouldn pass out (its happend before) n got yelled at, got a drink of water (like the acompainist asked) and got yelled at, sang too quiet, got yelled at.... not a good day. and i might have three saturday detentions because i wouldn tell him why i was sad... how am i supposed to explain during class that my very best friend commited scuicide exactly a year ago, today? wow, my litle corner of the gloge just gets more and more fucked up everyday, it seems. wrote a poem when i was supposedd to be doing my quest work, didn get yelled at, but got an afterschool detention and a years' worth of meeting with the guidance counselor for my 'problems'.... yippee. should have run while had the chance.