When no matter what you do is never good enough..

I want to die.. Sitting on the floor crying.

I feel everything slipping through my fingers

and there's nothing I can do.

There's not enough pills in this house to kill me.

I'm too fucking afraid of stabbing myself and I don't

want to choke to death by hanging myself and not 

breaking my neck immadiately. A gun would be ideal,

but on the other hand I wouldn't want anyone to have to

clean up afterwards.. I would like to jump you know.

There aren't lots of buildings high enough here though.

I'd love to just close my eyes and pretend I'm flying.

I'm so ugly I don't deserve to live.

There's no guy who could ever love me.

I've gained.

S