Sunday, April 11, 2004

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

I'm awake. I'm walking around. I'm breathing. This doesn't feel right. Saturday should have ended and Sunday shouldn't have come. I just don't get it. I've tried it twice and I'm still here. Saturday, however, was the first time I actually just trully wanted to die. I had every intention of not waking up... ever fucking again.

I feel worse than before. I trully don't have any reason to be around. It's all just so fucking useless.

Perhaps I'll be lucky the third time. I'm just waiting for time to pass before I try it again.

::me:: at 20:34