So our open wounds will bleed, until our veins run dry... </3

(got it from a song)

You ask me whats wrong and I say nothing...then I turn around and say everything.

~</3~

Everyday I put on a fake smile and pretend everything's alright.

If practice makes perfect, and no ones perfect. Why practice?

Its the beginning of the end.

Suicide is a way of telling God,
You can't fire me,
I quit.