Bring in the New year.

Happy New Years. In 42 minutes it will be 2008. I am not prepared, and honestly, I am terrified. I have never gone into detail about myself in this blog, and I have never shared anything about my personal life. I guess now is as good a time as ever. My name is not Margarette, as you know, and I am 15 years old. I live in a city in the United States. I am going to begin this with an account of 2007 for me. In January, I was caught in the middle of a suicide attempt and sent directly to a hospital. After that, my grandfather was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and I began struggling in school. People had heard the rumors from a teacher about what had happened in January, and they began to taunt me. (I go to a small, private christian high school where suicide attempts are considered to be of Satan.) I had no friends, and often found threatening notes in my locker making sure I was aware of that. I was called the Antichrist, and people spread rumors that I was on heroine that almost got me expelled and sent back to rehab. I dropped out of school in the middle of march and finished the rest of the year through home school that ended up controlling the rest of my summer. In the fall, I was told that I had to start school again back in my private high school, which ended up just as bad as the previous school year. I still have no friends, and I still hear whispers of parents and teachers recommending each other, their students, and their children to stay away from me for the sake of their spiritual health. I have no resolutions this time. Only prayers.