Uh-oh... I think that quiz hit a raw nerve...
I'm so lonely. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to suffer anymore. I don't want to be like this. I don't want to cry. Oops... Too late.
I wonder what I'll be like when I'm older... Lonely, most probably... Iscolated from the public. Heh... I hate been alone. It hurts.
I wish I could hurt myself sometimes. The most I can get away with is a bite that doesn't leave a mark. I don't want to hurt myself. But at other times, I just can't help but think about what would happen if I brought that knife across my wrist...
I lean on my friends. They'd be better without me. I spoil things for them. I swear... ... ... ...
I wish I could... Just... Run away...