When I'm trying not to drown in my own self pity, I pay attention to my classmates. And I worry about them. I always wonder what goes on when they get home, are they still virgins anymore? Do their fathers or mothers hurt them? I had a friend that stepfather raped her often, now she moved away (stepfather in jail) I just worry about them (on the days I don't hate them) Is it just this century, like as the world changes they change? It's just they're growing up too fast. I know a majority of my classmates don't have very loving homes, I wish I could do anything to help. But if I ever got the opertunity to help them, I'd mess it up somehow because I never have the answers, I need to have the answers when the time comes, because I wouldn't be suprised if one of my classmates would try to bomb the school. A lot of them have lost their faith in God as well, it may not be my buisness, but I feel so useless standing in the backround. Even though they don't care about me I can't help but care about them.

(I'm not sure why I wrote this exactly, I just need to know the right words.. I don't know)