Dear Blog,
        Life is okay for me right now. I feel so disgusted that I let myself think about suicide and all that teenage crap. Thats what I hate about being a teenager. You go through this phase, but you eventually get past it. I was so silly back then. I am content with my life even though there are flaws. There are teens in worst positions than me. High school is boring and nothing exciting is happening. I had this weird dream. I was reading a book called Something Mary in my dream. Freaky. I read the back cover and there was a blurb about Mary. It was about abuse because in the last sentence her husband slapped her. I rarely remember my dreams, but I do wonder how my dreams translate into real life. Today on the school bus all I could think about was that imaginary book in my dream. I looked up the title on Amazon and got nothing. Nada. Zip. Nothing. It just seemed real to me and I really hoped the book existed because then I would understand what the dream was about. I just end up with more questions than answers. Dreams.... are a weird thing.