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Saturday, September 29, 2007, 10:08 PM
Boring Saturday...

Nothing much happened today.
But there was one thing that happened.

We went out to dinner with an old friend of Dad's. I knew there family ever since I was a baby. I used to love to go to there house and do stuff. Now I hate it. When we got there I was bored. I just wanted to go home. I plopped myself on the couch and watched TV. I don't know why I hate it there. Nowadays, I'm losing interest in things I used to love to do. For no apparent reason.
It's maybe because I'm so depressed. All the things I'm going through makes me sick and I want to die. I lose interest in hobbies and just lock myself in my room. I feel lonely and I know that no one can help me. I'm just some gloomy kid who's life sucks.
I thought of that as I spent my time watching the Idiot Box. I didn't realize how much time passed after I stopped thinking.
We went out to eat. I wasn't hungry at all and I didn't want to eat. I only stared at things in the restaurant. There was a mirror that covered up almost the whole wall. I looked at my reflection. "Reflections...reflections that reflect me. Like a window of an identical world.", I was daydreaming here.
I started imagining myself in the mirror. I stood up. Then somebody took out a gun and shot me. I plummeted to the ground. Everyone at the table was shocked. I imagined blood. I thought of death almost everyday. I thought of getting shot by random people or killing myself.
"You ok?", asked Dad.
I snapped out of it. "Yeah.", I answered back.
I started looking at other things. I then imagined someone holding a knife. The person held it up to their chest and stabbed them self. "Why am I thinking about suicide?! And at a time like this!", my thoughts were racing. I was scaring myself. Tears welled up in my eyes. I blinked the tears away before they rolled down my cheeks. I kept thinking about this for a very long time. I kept eating my food.

After we were done, we went home. I was unhappy. I kept saying that I was enjoying myself when I wasn't. I'm always hiding my feelings. I don't want to share them. I'm afraid it will hurt others if I do.

***

So here I am now, typing.

My infantile, annoying and stupid brother is ticked off and wants me to get off this very second, so I'll see you later.

♥, Yuki