Burning.

I've got a test today.
I don't want to go to school because I fucking hate living, and I'd rather cradle up in a ball and rest within a blanket cocoon than go and "live" another day.
I at least got some sleep, about four hours or so.
That's an improvement!
But oh, how I want to just end myself, I'm nothing anyway, I don't think I can ever be "normal" and worry about the other gender, worry about school and exams, worry about having children and about future mates.
I'm an error, that's the only way to describe me.
I'm not supposed to be here, at all.

Bible in hand and phone in the other, I'm going to take an exam. 

I believe I did very well, I even did the book report, I thought I failed, big time, but the teacher and the students said that it was amazing. 

I'm now burning my breakfast on that awesome stair thingy. 

I think that if finish my fifteen minutes  I'd do the treadmill. 

Nine minutes and  hundred and thirty calories. 

I love that machine. 

Stair climber. 

My right foot is aching. 

Maybe I'd go for the eliptical. 

Two forty two so far. 

And counting, I'm on the eliptical. 

The scale hear told me I indeed lost weight, I hope it lied. 

Two sixty four. 

I burnt my breakfast. 

A bit more honestly. 

I'm more than pathetic. 

Attempting to lose weight, why for?! So I'd disappear? How cowardly and stupid! Just finish your life, you know you don't belong here. 

Two eighty. 

I have a page in my sketchbook at home, listing how disgusting I am. 

I also got one in school. 

It's awful in some way, but it's true. 

Let me tell you what I don't like about most atheists [which many people have] they look at the bible with disgust, the unending cruelty and bullshit. 

Some call it the stupidest thing that was ever written. 

That holy book is brilliant. 

The rituals, tales, wars, everything is spectacular. 

Why wouldn't it be spectacular? A masterpiece, with a sequel and a sequel from the other side. 

Epic.