If I asked you to care, would you pretend I wasn't there?

The familiar feeling of the blade pressed aginst my skin tells me just how screwed up Ireally am.

All i do reading the feelings once i dropped in for you

I hate how I tell you to put down the pills when I can't seem to stop picking them up.

I just want the pain to end!

Okay, I get it. I'm done.

I tell people I always wanted to go to a masquerade yet the prom tonight has that theme. Maybe I'm just scared...

I feel so alone.

How much more can I take before I break?

I watch each tear fall onto my paper, counting them, willing them to stop falling... They never, ever listen.