Chapter 2.

Don't own, don't sue.

My life is just a black abyss, you know...

so dark...

grabbing a hold of me and TIGHTENING ITS GRIP.

Like a pair of little sister's jeans...

which look great on me, by the way.

I try to laugh at this through my crappy day/life, but it doesn't seem to work. I sigh, shutting my laptop and hopping out of bed. IT seemed as if I was depressing my brains out my ears, and there was no saving me. I sift through my stuff, finding my CDs recently bought. Saosin? Not right now. My Chemical Romance? Not pissed off enough. Sparks The Rescue? Too much of them.

Ah, here we go. Senses Fail.

I throw Let It Enfold You in the CD player. I decide to skip supper to get some extra. No, I''m not anotrexic...just constantly not hungry.

My social worker told me to write a letter to her about what I think I can do to make my life better. She thinks she knows that I'm happy, and that this emo thing is just a phase. I grab a pencil, begin to write my letter.

By the end of the night, I have this done:

I'm about ready to give in. All I want to do is keep everyone happy and be content with who I am and what I want to do. But I know that's never going to happen, and I don't know how I'm going to come to terms with the fact. I'm always preaching to my friends to not worry about other people think, but I'm fucking terrified of what other people will think. My family doesn't believe it's me;but I want me to continue on this path. But I don't know if I can face the endless shame, hatred and anger that will come with it. I'm tired of being goody two shoes for everyone, I'm tired of doing what everyone wants, I'm tired of people telling me I cant, I'm tired of status and popularity, and I'm tired of looking at myself and being the only one that can Ari for who he is. I want people to see Ari: Ari, the one who loves his friends more than anything would do anything for them. Ari, fan of emo music, the internet, movies, pop culture and Cheez-It. Ari, the gay guy who everyone can accept. Nothing more.
School, right now, isn't important to me. Remember the IEP testing from last year? Complete and utter bullshit. I'm also tired of people being concerned with me, so I'm going to continue to spoonfeed you this happiness and awesome life crap, because, right now, I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CHOICE.

Show this to anyone and, yes, I will give up on life.

Unwillingly, I dozed off, my anger being channled for the moment in my letter.

In school the nexy day, I sit in the back of the room. As usual.

And do nothing. As usual.

The teacher call everyone's atemtion together. As usual.

And then a kid walks in the class. As-huh?

What the hell?

"You're late, Nick."

'Nick' nods, not real concerned about his tardiness.

"Class, I'd like you all to meet our new student." A moment of silence.

"Well, go on, introduce yourself."

The kdis sighs, stepping forward. "Hi, I'm Nick, but you can just call me Fang."

Hello.

Yeah yeah, don't bother me about quality, I had about 20 minutes before school. Third chapter up soon.