You don't know what to write

You do weird things when you hate your mother, father, brothers and sister and anyone who makes you think of them

you want to talk to them to try to know what they are thinking and you don't want to talk to them

you go out bringing a bike with you but you push it instead of riding it

you sit on a bench at a park staring at an Indian man sweeping the leaves or grass for half an hour

you smile at a dog when it barks at you

you fill a Bundaberg bottle with cold water and drink it

you go on facebook to see everyone's picture and their friends' profiles

you stand in front of a mirror to see how you look like when you laugh, when you smile, when you frown and
when you stone

you google your own name to see who you are in the world

you try to say something to your primary school friends

you talk to someone who you have never been talking to for months and tell her that you miss her although
you don't

you lie on the bed and think whether your father, mother, brothers and sister will be something better if you
die now

you don't know what can make yourself die so you think it is easier to stay alive

you write stupid things on your blog but don't feel like deleting them

then you go to sleep....