It kills you to see her, it kills you to hear her, you died when she left you. yet you still try to see her. why? so you can die some more? let me join your conquest of this insanity. together well die.

Stop telling me to feel this, do this, this isnt advice....your only showing me i can only hate people like i do. thank you for your help in my demise.

Everyday is one more reason to die, to hate. these people...they never think. they are what i hate. and i hate myself most, because i am one of those people whenever im with them...

Its good i loved once. its good because ill never make the mistake again.

The cuts are never deep, they never needed to be, just the small pain stops thinking, but its not working any more. give me the gun. ill fix this once and for all.

Make me stop thinking and ill kill for you, and promise never to hurt you when i kill the rest.

High school is the battle field, your group is your army that wishes to over throw you, the whole school is your enemies. you are the one who dies in the end.

All i hear is how you have this problem, all i do is try to help. why then do you keep making my problems worse by continuously bothering me?

People...i hate them...they hate me...yet i cant get away from them...here give me the gun, ill take as many as i can with me. wish me luck. and bless my ammo. for suicidal war i march.

In my world. i deserve to die, my laws state my actions wrong, the penalty. death. the crime.doing what you and the rest of your world do everyday...so shall i be the bringer of our doom? or can you do it to yourself?