I don’t even remember what had put me in such a bad mood to begin with. I suppose it could be that my parents are never around and i feel a trace of neglect. Or, perhaps the reason for my off mood could be that whatever friends i did have didn’t seem to really get me.

Whatever the reason for this mood i was in, I knew i had to get rid of it. After how close i had come to suicide before i knew that this feeling was dangerous.

Maybe i should call my therapist? I’m not sure ,even he doesn’t understand me, and you would think that someone who went to college to undertsand people would get even a person as demented and screwed up as me, but apparently not.

Just then my cell phone began to vibrate in my backpack. I tore through all the usless pieces of paper in there,who needs homework anyway, to retrieve the ringing device that could very possibly be the deliverence from this bad mood that i need so desperately.