He grasped the dagger by the hilt and brought it his own chest. This is what he deserved.

I'm feeling rather down. The weekend started out alright, I went to Jaz's and we dragged Rick with us to Jeremy's basketball game and McDonalds and K-mart, that was fun. But then I went to my aunts house. Usually, this is great fun. I love spending time with my cousin Christina. But I don't know, being around my aunt makes me depressed. And yesturday we did chores for her.

There's something about watching my brother saw down thin tree limbs and realizing that it should be your uncle, your aunts *husband* to do it that really puts a damper on all fun. Then having my dad come over and do electrical work for them. I didn't understand at first why Christina really wants to move out of the house, but now I do. I couldn't stand going through their stuff and straightening things out and noticing all the things that were my uncles. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the photographs of him that are now scattered everywhere.

I don't know what is worse, them talking about him as dead, or them talking about him as if he were still alive.


And then we went to my grandma's house. That was a real cheerer upper, let me tell ya. They signed the papers, so they have to be moved out by October. We went through the barns and house and looked at things that needed to be packed and things that needed to be gotten rid of. Emily and Nathan talked about carving everyones names into a tree, I walked around the property, using old over-grown trails to get the through the woods, dad made a mental list of everything that needed to go. Travis was being a retard as usual. And Papaw almsot seemed normal for a moement. I'm not sure if that's a good thing.

I can feel an explosion well up inside me, I'm just not sure if it is a scream or a sob.



*snort* I'm such an angsty over-dramatic teenager. *cracks up*

Oh, and the subject today is from my composition homework. We had to write about suicide. Such a cheerful subject.