Aug 16, 2005 23:25
My life is over. i want to kill myself. nobody likes me. i dont know why i dont have any friends. i try so hard to be nice to people, but whatever i do, i can never fit in. One day i'll fly away.. and i'll leave all this to yesterday. I want to sit in a coner and tock back and forth and sing to myself sweet songs that will make the pain go away.
im going to go slit my wrist...goodybe.
from the cindy no one knows.