Backword; I look back this year, and i see a worthless, piece of shit that let others take advantage of himself, who wanted nothing more than to just dissapear into nothing, who felt hated himself so much, he couldnt stand living. I see a kid who felt so akward with people that at this very moment, i feel tears of shame come to my eyes. I see someone who thought that he could never grow into a leader, who felt that he could take charge, and maybe show that his poems, stories, ideas and opinions deserved and needed to be heard. I see a kid empty of passion, full of despair, and missing an identity. Its hard to think that im that kid i see, and its unfathomable that its been only ten months since i started my healing process. Ten months since i found out that i was meaningful, and worth something.

Forward; Im a juinor next year, probably to be a crucial leader on my football team, baseball team, and a leader for my class. I plan on taking my grades mroe seriously, and i plan on working on my responsibility issues, and continueing to grow, not only as a person, but as a leader. I plan on creating Slam Poetry, regular poetry, and writing my own personal blog.

Upward; My wish....I wish that every single person, every Heart in this school realizes that we all are people, and that we leave this place being empathetic people, working with others to fill this earth with art, and love. Thats my wish, and no...IM NO HIPPIE.