Yet another day

Another pointless day of school passes by. The same boring people, the same boring school and another boring day. I would cut my self, but what would be the point of cutting my self, nothing will change. The only way to get out of your misery is a death. Fast quick deaths are no fun. You don't feel anything, you don't know anything and you don't remember anything. I would prefer a slow painful death in which you can feel the excitement and fun of pain.