Oct 22, 2007 17:30
LiveJournal, I have new secrets for you.
I think about getting kidnapped.
I think about people coming into school with guns and shooting my friends.
I think about suicide.
I think about getting lost in the woods.
I think about taking too much medication.
I think about falling into a coma.
I think about drowning.
I think about commiting murder.
I'm still here, right?
Not a scratch on me.