I sit here all dia leitura my book starring out the window gazing at the raindrops as they fall by.I sit here bored with nothing to do as i think of bonds ive lost from friends and family.It feels as if my life is begging to die.I feel sick and weak inside.It already feels as if im dead.I watch a bird as it flies through the air and i suddenly feel jealous of it because it doesnt have a care in the world and its free as i want to be.I feel like im stuck in a cell and theres no way out.Feelings of hate start to errupt in me as i lay down on my bed.Even with the sun out and my friends inviting me over i still feel the same.