I'm going to fucking shoot myself. Well, not shoot myself. I don't have a gun, nobody in my family has a gun, it's not going to happen. Could I slit my wrists? Could I do it? I think... Maybe. Heh. Maybe instead of worrying about how to fix my failure at life and school and general awfulness I should be writing that fucking Latin paper so I can be just a little bit less of a worthless fucking failure.

Talk talk like this don't don't worry about it it's not important no big deal let it go it it doesn't matter never mattered don't worry.