Kristin fell asleep.

Now I'm alone, and the thoughts are returning.
What do I do? I can't email Mrs.Brooks, because her grandma just died last night.
I can't email Mrs.Barnett because, well, I just can't. She's too... I don't know.

I just hate life again. Maybe it has something to do with school being out. Maybe it has something else to do with the fact that I just want to get this stupid teenage era over with. I don't feel like a teenager. I feel like I should be in my twenties, but instead I'm stuck in this fourteen year old body. I hate everything. It's not that I want to die, I just want to sleep until I turn eighteen. Wouldn't that be nice? Maybe a coma.

I'm praying for a coma to suck me out of this hell for the next three and a half years. Then I can return as a new soul, ready to live.