hrmm. if i could really..
hrmm. if i could really understand boys maybe i would be
happy. maybe then i wouldn't be so damned suicidal all the
fucking time. maybe then i'd be somewhat happy. or if there
actually was a boy that liked me. brad was a waste of
emotions and brain space. its obvious now. *sigh* and all
my friends hate me because i'm a stupid bitch. fuck. if
only they knew that they were the root cause of a lot of my
suffering. *sigh* and the scars on my arms and legs. and
the blood stains on my carpets.