I hate people and their fucking lies.
You all can go to Hell.

Monday:Didn't want to go to school that day, did it anyway. It was boring and shitty. And I was thinking about things (Gee, that's new). I think I was sick that day, my head was filled with so much pain. And I keep thinking about the same things, all the time. Around Lunch period, that's when I was thinking a lot, and I felt like dying. Because, I' ( Read more... )

I keep biting my lip.
I'm sore.
And I think tons of people are mad at me. Again.
Not shocking.

I wish I didn't open my mouth.
I mess up things that I shouldn't even be part of. I'm pretty stupid.
Right now, I wish someone would stab me in the head and leave me to die.

A week ago, I realize how much I've fucked with other people's feelings.
I'm so fucking stupid, I wish I didn't say anything and I really do want to go back and take back everything.
But, I can't.

Bad art is more tragically beautiful than good art.

Suicide on that bridge; on his birthday.