July 25, 2004
I'm so glad that I'm sick. So happy that I feel like shit right now. Cause that means I'm gonna die soon. -rejoices- I'm sitting at my table, with my best friend named razor in hand. A bottle of pills and all thoughts of death swimming around my head. My heart's laden with all the pain inside. Just let me die, let me go home to be with my Father. I don't wanna sit around crying for you anymore, for hurting like this anymore. Let me DIE please
+..all cried out..+ . [8:29 PM