Ugh kill me

So, today this fucking plastic bitch came up to me in the hallway and totally trash-talked my new combat boots and I flipped the fuck out. NO ONE talks trash about my choice in shoes. I fucking hate that girl. Her name is Emily. She's this blonde big boobed fucking cheerleader snob. She's a slut too. Her vagina hangs down to the ground. She's probably been with every guy in school except for losers and emos. Of course, because we aren't people at all.
I'm really sick right now too. My Schizophrenia is acting up. I'm having horrifying hallucinations about horrible marching bands, and I keep hearing a children's choir singing "My Heart Will Go On." My IBS is acting up too. I've been shitting every 5 minutes. I've got really bad cramps, a cold, my back hurts, and I don't want to go to school tomorrow! I'll just skip and do some heroin. That will help my cramps.
My parents won't get me a new iphone. The screen on mine broke and I need a new one. They just won't get me a new one because they think I'm breaking them "on pourpose"! Bullshit! I can't help it if one fell in the toilet, I ran over another one, stepped on one, one fell off the bridge, one got caught in a tree, and the screen was dirty on one. Just get me a new iphone >:[
Fuck it all I want to die. Here's a poem:

The Lonely Girl

The lonely girl

is the girl

who sits by herself

all the time

and cries

all the time.

There is no ending.

The lonely girl.