Nothing new, just being bored. Would attempt contest; feels too pathetic to try. Would've drawn some more; my drawings look more and more lame. Might've called my friends; they ignore me so freakin much I might not. Could've continued art trades or requests; my art's not good enough. I'd cut myself; too much of a coward. Possibly suicide; too depressed to even try. Need to practice my singing; my voice is so freakin ugly I dunno why my choir teacher let me into select women's choir. Would rant about how much I hate myself; already am. Eager for school to start; not eager to see DJ or Nick, or Danni, or the majority of my ignorant friends. I miss my little corner I sit at during lunch; if only those girls out there would stop semi-raping eachother. I could practice using mspaint now that I found it; no use, I can't even draw anymore and everyone is so much better than me--mine looks like shit. Perhaps I could call Melissa; who am I kiddding, she'll just hang up on me, and I'm not even her so-called "first best friend" anymore anyways. If only my friend would talk to me; nevermind, I wish he was dead, that lying bastard.
I so hate my life.