Today, me and my mom were picking up the basement and I picked up a toy soldier (they hurt to step on.) I asked "were do soldiers go?" She wasn't looking and thought I meant real soldiers. "To Afghanistan I guess," she said. We got a good laugh after that. Not funny if your a real soldiers though.

I should be sleeping. But I can't. Of corse my body clock is way mesed up, but that not the problem.

I am regeting somthing I didn't do in the sisxthgrade.

Back then was the worse time in my life.Every day I'd go to school and endure endless teaesing.

Actullay, it wasn't teaseing. It was down right sadism.

They weren't torturing me. They were doing it to some guy named Billy.

He smelled awful. I didn't like him, but he didn't desver what they put him thurogh.

If it was me instead ofBilly,I would have have kill the jackasses a long time ago.

But everything that they said felt like they were saying it to me. It was awful. I don't know why it hurt so much.

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Now, three years later. I am a different person. I am more indpendent, more brave, and less of a pushover.

I wish that I had done somthing.

Maybe that is why children starve to death, and cilvians die in war. because people know these things happen, but hey never do anything but feel bad.

Back then I wish I had told them shut the hell up, or punch them.

I wish I had done anything but stand there and watch.

PS. Srry fur m speling. But spelchek isnt worcing.