Cause It's Tragic With A Capitol 'T'

hey. not much going down here.

well, actually, there is. But most of it is internal, so I'll start with the other stuff first.

Okay, so as you can see, I'm alive. Not in a hospital, hooked up to wires, FULLY ALIVE. The only thing that killed me yesterday was work, and we ALL know how that is. I had to seat, and two people were being subbed for, so I had to work around that. I didn't start screwing up until about seven-ish, and by that time Vic said I could go home XD.

So then today, everyone's still going on and on about the 'almost shooting' that happened yesterday. Me, I forgot about it - as well as my math homework. So that was that.

Inside . . . well, I don't know what to think about it. One moment, I'll be happy, and the next pissed, the next tired, the next . . well, empty.

In News, we're supposed to be a big family, but I try to join ONE conversation, and I get put aside like a child. I get treated different than everyone here.

News is almost my life. All I think about is writing, which is News in a nutshell. All I want to do is be the best I can be, and people don't like me for it.

Is it because I write so much? Is it because Z thinks I'm a good writer? Cause I'm not. I suck at writing. I can never think of an ending. I need to work on it, but I can never think of a good, conclusive ending.

I wish there was a way to make EVERYONE happy. Dah says that you CAN'T please everyone, and you'd be crazy to even try, but that's never stopped me before, has it?

Man, there are days when I wish I wasn't so different . . . but then I realize that if I wasn't different, I'd never have met you people, so that's that.

I'm not going to church tonight. I went the last two weeks, and people were starting to make me mad last time. So I think it's best for me to chill at home. Besides, I'm in the middle of my new chapter, and I would like to finish it and post it tomorrow. People can go ahead and get mad, but screw 'em. I just want to know if mom can get me some fries or some home-made pretzls before the day is out . . .

well, I guess I better go - don't want to kill your ears (eyes) by talking (writing) too much. So here's to you. I bid you adieu. Good-bye and good luck.

~Jink the hungry and confused