July 8 2005 that was the day I thought I would commit suicide. Because there were so many things in my life that had went wrong. I thought I wouldn't have lived my whole life long! All of the confusion in the house had me caged. All of the confusion in the house had me feeling overwhelmed and outraged. All of the horrible thoughts that had gone though my mind, why isn't anyone seeing this why are they so blind. That i lay in bed and cried myself to sleep. When i awoke in the middle of the night i began to weep and weep. I couldn't understand why living in this house meant everyday frustration. I couldn't understand why living in this house meant a question of intimidation. I thought about everything that had went wrong and reflected on the things that had went right and realized i had a future that could be bright.
