Wouldnt it be nice if we were older?

Why did it happen again?
I had a mental breakdown during lunch today. I started yelling at Tamriage.
I started hitting him.
He didnt realize that i was actually breaking down,
So he started messing with me.
Sat next to me.
And i flipped.
I left.
Went into a empty classroom.
I started crying a little.
Cleard my head.
Then went to Ms. Lovells room.
She was teaching.
I told her i needed to talk.
Told her i had a break down.
Now i am here.
Listening to 1950's music.
Because she is teaching her class about that decade.
I need this.
I want to die.
But i know if i do, i wont live to see what comes next.
I know i sound dumb.
But its true.
Im half crying.
Watching 7th graders dance to elvis.
Tamriage.
If you read this.
Im sorry i hit you.