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Life is precious

Dec 17, 2012 - 0 comments

On Sunday, December 16. 2012 I and so many other people lost an inspirational human being. Grayson Weeks was a junior(16), played Varsity since Freshman year and a wrestler.
The driver swerve the car out of control and that's when Weeks(wasn't wearing a seat belt) was ejected from the car and was stuck by a car driving in the opposite direction. Grayson died from his injuries. Weeks was a great athlete, leader and friend.
A candlelit vigil was held Monday, December 17 in his remembrance.
Grayson, you'll never be forgotten!
His favorite quote was Forever Young.
He may not be here with us physically, but he'll always be here in spirit!
†R.I.P Grayson Weeks†




Life is precious

Dec 17, 2012 - 0 comments

On Sunday, December 16. 2012 I and so many other people lost an inspirational human being. Grayson Weeks was a junior(16), played Varsity since Freshman year and a wrestler.
The driver swerve the car out of control and that's when Weeks(wasn't wearing a seat belt) was ejected from the car and was stuck by a car driving in the opposite direction. Grayson died from his injuries. Weeks was a great athlete, leader and friend.
A candlelit vigil was held Monday, December 17 in his remembrance.
Grayson, you'll never be forgotten!
His favorite quote was Forever Young.
He may not be here with us physically, but he'll always be here in spirit!
†R.I.P Grayson Weeks†




Don't know what to do anymore.

Dec 02, 2012 - 4 comments
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high school

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suicidal thoughts

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need help



Well, if you read about my profile you can see that I'm 15. I have been suspended until Thursday from school-but I don't want to talk about it. Before I got suspended, I cut myself and still do and I have suicidal thoughts sometimes. My parents are thinking about divorcing and I blame myself fully for it. My parents and I don't communicate that much anymore. I've pushed away from friends and family and I don't know what to do. I don't have the guts to cut my wrists, but I cut my ankles. There's a part of me that wants my life to be over and another part of me still wants to be alive. I have told my very close friends that I cut myself, but I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm fed up and tired of trying.