My mother always say trust no one who brings you to a path where you can never go back from. But I didn't listen I was too busy on my phone not looking at my mom while she's talking to me. I miss my mother I miss her so much I wish I can get her back but I'm too late she's with god and I'm down here where you can't survive without a gun. Their is no hope for anyone to survive what I'm going to do my enemies who messed with me in high school I didn't care if I die or go to jail I just want my enemies to suffer the way I did when they bullied by throwing me against the locker. Those people who did those things are going to suffer badly. I hope someday people will realized that I'm not a good person as I was in high school.
