As the tear rolls down my cheek
The day of his death is less than a month away, and it's tearing me up inside already. I'm so distraught. I've exhausted myself. this marks his death by 2 years... 2 years... I miss the boy he would have been.. I hate myself for the choices I've made. I read his msn profile, and saw that he had it on his list.. it tore me apart, it tears me apart. How could he be so inconsiderate? I don't understand. Does he not feel my pain.. Do you not feel my pain?! I just want to go and sit in my dark room for the next 2 months.. yeah it sounds emo, but I'm exhausted.. I'm tired of everything.. Manson had said it best.. " a pill to make me numb, a pill to make me dumb, a pill to make me anybody else"