Just when I thought I had something to hold on to on days that I thought were not the best, you take it away from me. My good friend was leaving; my use to be best friend had found a replacement for me. Then, on days before, I found 2 baby birds. I got to keep them, and they lived happily. I felt that I was alive again. Then, they died one after the other, because a child dropped a ball in them, and broke their spine. They were put out of misery with the potions the vets use. Later on, you drag me out to your room, and gave me a lecture right after I got on the honor roll, got a brooch for the math Olympiad, and a award in cadet music class, you yell at me for not getting a good grade in my finals, even though I studied my hardest on the both of them. Now, you yell at me because I have a crush on a guy. He was also one of my good friends, and I happen to give him an early birthday present. 'Why did you give him so much?' you asked. That hurt. You also called me a slut for liking him so much. This is not my day at all. I will wish on the shooting star that the day will come when I get to end my life in the right way it was ment to end. Then, then I can truly be free.