anna's blog: "life sucks!!"

One night these five girls were having a sleepover when they heard chaos at the end of her street. they went down to find out what was happening. they learned that a woman was raped and the man was on the loose. so they quickly run home and bolt everything down. everything settles down for a while then they started hearing weird noises coming from outside. they let their minds go wild so they got scared and hid inside a closet. the man was really outside and found a window that had a broken bolt. he crept in quietly. the girls were scared crapless. he walked into the room and opened the closet, the girls screamed and ran in separate directions. four of the girls went downstairs and locked the cellar door, that was right above the bathroom. He caught the fifth girl and took her into the bathroom, raped her, and skinned her alive. her friends heard her die that night but couldnt do anything about it. they listened to her scratching the door to get out. in the morning when he had fled, the remaining went into the bathroom. There engraved into the wall was her message: "how could you have let me die" they looked up to get the tears out of their eyes and saw her flesh dangling from the knife that skinned her. Fact: A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer. He buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted "Toma soto balca" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you send this on, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded

A period of sunshine Without a trace of rain What's often seen as joyous Contains amounts of pain Often called the sweet age Can often seem so sour Leaving a bitter taste That hurts to devour An age without logic and reason Struggling to find your place Trying to fit in the puzzle Of the body's urging race Waiting to conquer the sweet age To leave its anguish behind To journey into easier times With a lighter peace of mind.

I want to kill myself But for some reason I can't I hate feeling this way 'Cause all I do is rant It's stupid; it's dumb Why must I always feel this way? I can't feel now, numb And its starts over every day Whenever it's gone It comes back to bite me in the ass Whenever I feel happy It comes back really fast It's stupid; it's dumb Why must I feel this way? I can't feel now, numb And its starts over every day It's like a phase, I'm happy, then I am sad. I t keeps on going in a circle, But it always ends up bad.

Testing myself, pushing the limits. How much farther can I go? Today's a good day, but tomorrow won't be so.. wonderful. I failed again. It's because of radiation; too much can kill you. I'm too young, this small body has no idea what to do. Is this worth it? Are you? I never thought I'd be where I am today. What happened to story time and play? Step up, and face the monster, this world. Kindergarten was so much fun, wouldn't it be nice to go back? The times we had, that were carefree, lacking pressure: the ticking nuisance of expectations. Youth awaiting suicide. Assessing life and its worth. Oh, how meaningless.