I sometimes think my life sucks. And I feel bad for myself. But honestly, I don't think my life is horrible at all. Since Katrina hit, there's been some new kids in my school that were victims of Katrina. And I can't help but think, if that was me, I have no idea what I would do. To move to a whole new state and go to a different school in just a couple of days without warning. To not know if everyone is okay, I don't think I could handle that. I don't know how I would be able to live. And not just Katrina, some people are homeless, and they can barely afford to keep themselves alive, I want to help them. But, I don't have much money, and I don't think my mom likes donating money to people. I'm only 15 years old, and I wish there was more I could do. To help people, but I still go to school and I still don't have a job, so there's not extra cash just lying around that I could give. There's so much I wish I could do, but there's so little that I can. I think my life is great. I don't appreciate it enough. Even though I'm a LP, and I wish I could be different. I feel sorry for myself, and I get mad at other people. But, honestly.. it doesn't matter. I just.. wish I could help more.