From time to time I stare up to the clouds wondering if I'm able to kill myself in a slow yet painless way. I stop to think that maybe, just maybe, there is a way to shoot gummy balls out of a paper made gun. Since school started my life has been totally screwed. Freedomless life as it develops a daily pattern. Wake up, shower, eat, go to school, come back home, chill, homework, sleep, wake up, shower, eat, go to school, come back home, chill, homework, sleep, wake up, shower, eat....you get the point. I've always envied birds as they fly freely in the sky. The longing for freedom.

Everynight I lie down on my bed and look at the stars, wondering "Where is my roof?", and going to sleep. As sadness builds in my heart, I start to shed tears, and the sorrow I feel would just make me cry myself to sleep.

Then starts another day. In a rare occassion, I would wake up very early and stare at the sky yet again. I could go on staring at the sky all day if not for school. I try my hardest to ask people in school if they feel the same way, but I can't. As I go for an attempt into questioning, I am suddenly paralyze for an unknown reason. Then my mind wanders off yet again, in an imagination of weird...things...that...kill...hmm...err...people... >__> I walk away in a strange feeling. As I walk down the halls I notice my vision starting to fade as I feel faint. Voices of people talking awake me. I notice myself infront of a wall. Feeling strange about it, I take out my pocket knife and give my arm a tiny cut. Deprived by my own will, I continue to try and live life to its fullest....