There's two things I haven't done in four years.
Smoke and
cry. I did both today. And both
felt good. I've been awake for the last two days straight. I don't know why I just can't sleep. I'm
sad. I don't know why. I think
I'm depressed. It's been five years since
I contemplated suicide. Everyone hates me,
everyone's against me. I don't feel like writing anything coherent I just don't care. I used to find comfort
in the words of others, some kind of meaning, hope, I dunno. I thought I was in control.
I don't care anymore. Nobody cares. I need to run away from here.
I need to forget all the memories. Nobody can help me anymore. I'm
on my own. My parents care for me as much as any other
faceless person in the crowd. I hate my life. I can't stop saying sorry to myself so I can
apologize to the people I hurt.
I am useless. I wish I could just
fade away...
Farewell e2...