I don't know dear, seems to me like he's been experomenting with weed.

Well yeah, if I had to go through all that shit I would too. Hell, I would experoment with worse!

Damn kids these days, I can't stand them. Fucking obnoxis little shits. All they ever do now a days is yell about shit that no one cares about. And then they have the balls to sit there and bitch when they get yelled at for yelling.

"I'LL TELL MY MOMMY ON YOU!"

Fuck. Like I haven't heard that one. *rolls eyes*

"My daddy is a construction worker!"
"I don't care. Stop yelling in my ear."
"I got a new dog! He's so cute and he likes to sleep on the sofa!!"
"Weren't you mad at me two seconds ago? Get the fuck out of my seat and shut up."
"...."
"...."
"I'LL TELL MY MOMMY ON YOU!"
"OH PLEASE! LET ME! WHAT'S HER FUCKING NAME?!?!?"
"...."

That's what I thougt you little shit.

Ok. That never really happend and I don't hate kids. But in the mood i'm in I really don't care. And that's been bothering me for a year or so now.

I don't do my homework, the teachers are frustrated, I cheated on my girlfriend and now it's over, my sister got drunk and caused a car crash, my aunt was dieing in the hospital and is now in a home. And with all that shit....

I don't care.

I'm wondering if it's not a mental issue or something. I mean...EVERYONE cares!

All but me.

And that non-careing is getting me in deep shit. And that in turn just pisses me off. I can't understand why I don't care, I just don't. And I know it's not a good thing.

I've been told i'm smart and can do better. I was asked why I don't do my journals in English. If I told them the truth would they believe me?

"I used to write journals, really I did. But I got sick of being called into the office becuase my writeing is too old for my age and i'm not in any of the teachers 'box-of-norm.'."

So I gave up a long time ago.

One of my friends said that they wouldn't give up on me and that there was still hope.

"Trust me. You'll give up, they all do."

They gave up.

And with all that I still don't care.

I think on some level I do care because it's really bothering me. But it's just not enough to get me to change or do anything about it.

Eh. I'd say more but this journal is WAY to long for comfort.