You complain about how bad your life is all the time and how it's so hard.. Well remember who you're talking to before you even start.

It's taking every bit of strength I have right now, to not go and cut up my wrist like my minds telling me to do. I can't believe you'd do this to me.. We were best friends..

I just thought you cared, I thought it was different this time.. But it's not. You haven't changed one bit.

And now it's too late to start living again.

Now I see that I will be, just fading memorie.

I'm tired of being tired,
and dealing with your bs.

I'm afraid of losing something I love.. that I refuse to love anything.

It's been over a month and it's not any easier than it was that day.

You can't see the light without darkness.

You're not going to really miss me, untill I'm dead and gone.