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I'm doomed. Tomorrow, there's so much s**t I have to do/turn in for school. I get so overwhelmed by so little. The stress has been eating away at my stomach. Twisted intestines and pain in my abdomen from it. I just want to sleep it all away. Never wake up. I don't want to go to school tomorrow.

Mr. McKenna said he wanted to know what my head was like. I'm tempted to show him. To write it all down. Write everything down. The weird things going through my head. The pain. The phrases. The pictures. The twisted and dark thoughts.

My poetry is like Edgar Allen Poe's - dark, disturbed, and depressing.

I had a weird dream last night. It had something to do with being in a haunted house with people and ending up locked in there with like, a serial killer's ghost? And he wanted to play games with our lives. It ended up being really fun actually.