"Life is like a donut." I used to say. "At first eating it is great, but after you eat it you start getting fat and realize that you shouldn't have eaten it in the first place." Well, I used to say it to the only person who would listen to me, and that was my best friend Megan. My name's Jackie, and I'm a junior in high school, and I've had been living with my mom ever since my parents divorced. Life is pretty bleak for me. Get up. Eat. Go to school. Eat. Plan evil. Sleep. Heh. You probably think I'm a Goth or something, but no, I plan evil just to the people that bug me a lot. Like drawing a voodoo doll of Spencer Goiler. Gosh I hate him. Anyway, pretty much life sucks. I have no reason to live right now. Nobody understands me. My mom doesn't even feed me on a regular basis, and the only joy I get is when I sleep. Even that isn't enough. I have nightmares most nights.
A few weeks ago I tried to kill myself. I took twenty-six Tylenol and a few Advil. I ended up barfing all over the bathroom and my mom heard so she called 9-11 and the paramedics came and saved me. Woop-de-doo. I'll probably try again, but It'll be fool proof next time.