Guess not...
dammit.
i hate myself.
((well right now i do))
i'm such a jerk.
fuck.
i guess i suck at this whole thing...
...called life.
well anyways.
just fuck myself right now.
with my gun made of fingers,
i pull the triger of words to my brain
hoping to wake up again.
((sucide is stupid))
but unfortunetly, words hurt alittle more,
to me than death.
and these words i've spoken
just came back
to blow my brains out.
--->Alyson