I’m sitting here in tears because I know eventually I’m going to kill myself. It may not be today, tomorrow or a year from now but I know I will.

I look at you and say “We are supposed to be together” why is this life so difficult than the past ones.

It kills me to be this cold to her. But I’m doing the right thing, right? Hurt her to save her, just to die in the end, right?

Stop f@$$*%& spying on me

Alone again

I closed my eyes while I was driving on the Interstate today

Im in my own persona hell.

Sadness first showed its gorgeous face when my father left me.

Once a cutter, always a cutter

Praying not to wake up...