I had a thought on the bus today. I can’t remember all of it. But I was listening to some piano music and looking out the window, so many things went through my head. It’s not cold today, but a fresh layer of snow covers everything, it looks like its at least -30 c. I’m sick today. I didn’t want to go to school, but the medicine I had this morning worked enough. Despite staying up tell 3 am, I’m wide awake.

I don’t know why I’m depressed today but I am. I’d rather be alone or with my best friend than talk to anyone today. On the bus I felt inspired to write something like a poem but that thought has passed me, which sucks. Whenever I get inspiration I forget it the moment I sit down to start writing.

Why is everyone at this school a slut or an asshole? I’m sick of it. My best friend is sick of it. I don’t mind the teaching and the school itself, but I’m sick of the people in it. There are ways out, but suicide or anything of the sort is too extreme and wouldn’t be worth it. Why do people change? I’ve never dealt with people changing very well.

I’d like to talk to someone.