Monday, June 22, 2009

thanks for nothing.

fuck you.

i tried to cut myself. the scissors weren't sharp enough. 

but you don't care, you say you do. you don't. you'll be lucky if i'm alive still, i just might do it. i don't care anymore. i didn't tell you so you wouldn't call my parents. fuck it. 

if i don't off myself, i might just slice my leg to pieces. but it wouldn't matter. it shouldn't. 

guess what? you don't love me. i figured it out - took me long enough.