Talk with the dead, they don't listen and they don't care.

Hello.
It feels like a monday. Like I'm supposed to be at school.
Glad it's not.

I hate when people make you the bad guy. My mother does it to me all the time. I do it to myself though too...so yeah I guess I shouldn't complain.

Hmm... I don't like my opinions. I know they aren't right, they need to be fixed. They cause problems. They are unreasonable. They aren't any good. Can I be a robot? It would be easier.

Is there a way to tell if I'm insane? If I'm really not at all normal or okay in my mind?

Anyways... I want a hug. Someone to tell me that it's okay. I know it is. I just don't trust my judgment. Why should I, I think I'm insane? I'm not mad. No... Mad is hard for me to maintain. Sad, but I know it's unreasonable. I don't want to be mean, but I'm not sure nice is a good choice. I can't be mean though without being mad at myself. Hm... maybe nothing is the best way to go. Careless. Carefree. Careful.

How are you?
I'm cold and tired.

Perfection. Is something I can only find away from humanity. Peace inside, perfection surrounding. I miss it. I live for that. It is just about the only way I can have thoughts that aren't negative. The war in my head needs to be halted. It's tired. We need a break. The little soldiers will riot and come after me instead of each other. I hate war. I hate a lot of things. War is on the top of the list. Along with revenge, violence, hatred, and lies.
I hate feeling them. Thinking of them. Everything.
Talk and make peace.
Think and stop unneeded harm.
Unreasonable.
Don't...

Hmm... Homework is in piles behind me. I'm going to tend to it.
Goodbye. Have a good day.
Keep spreading the smiles...