I'm not sure why I'm writting this because no one will ever read it, but what the hell, its a journal right.   It isn't easy to find anyone to talk to so talking to myself seems to be a viable alternative.  I haven't gone to school in a year now and last time was a total failure.  A month into the semestar and I tried to kill myself and ended up in a mental hospital.  By the time I got out I didn't have the courage to go back to class.  Nothing has really changed and I don't regret what i did.  I got to go back to school though if I want to get out of poverty and teach.  Otherwise I refuse to even imagine how much life will suck at 9 bucks an hour for another ten years.  Wow, this crap isn't poetic at all.