Life.

Why is it that the second I'm finally happy again, something bad happens? I mean, is it completely intentional to make my senior year suck as much as possible?

Right now, I don't even know what's going on. I have so many questions, yet no one will answer them. I refuse to leave this stupid place with blood on my hands. I need closure, and, as much as no one else wants to, they're going to talk and they're going to give me those answers I need.

Being the only mature person in a sea of losers is probably the hardest thing to realize about living in this place.