Monday, April 19, 2004
I resolve to kill myself because my parents don’t understand me and ask me to do something I don’t want to do. I go to school and Mr. Kovacs is leading the class in some kind of indoor kickball game that’s a lot more complex than kickball. Since I’m going to kill myself I feel like I should do some crazy shit and make people laugh first. I talk to some kids about the game that’s going on because I’ve never seen it before, and they all seem apathetic. I ask Mr. Kovacs when I’m going to get to bat and he seems irritated and tells me that everybody has to go in order. Somehow this implies to me that it may be days, which I do not have, so I flippantly tell him I need to get to bat today. He gets mad but decides to ignore me. I stand on a desk and nobody cares.
