An update on my life

Anger... hateful, hateful anger.

Maybe I should've listened. Or maybe it wouldn't have mattered anyway.
That's the problem with hormones, no matter how hard you try, your life just gets screwed up anyways.

It was all over an argument? I don't know. Maybe I had it coming to me. I'll find out later in life, maybe while I'm dying of a bullet or a grenade wound.

I'm staring at my contacts list. They're both online and quite active. I have no doubt they are talking with each other, over that vile abomination called Instant Messaging. Who knows? Maybe it'll all go to Hell. Or maybe I will. Like I said, we'll find out later.

I don't want to write any more, but I still need to finish my college essay. Lovely.