i try. sometimes. really. but i feel like all i do is cry, about nothing and everything. and the more people around me, the more i am consumed with loneliness. it really doesn't work much anymore.

i have words on my arm that tell me i am going to die soon. it scares me, but comforts me at the same time. i don't know what is wrong with me, but there is blood everywhere, and nothing seems to be able to change the expression on my face.

it's like everything has left me. one little thing can do that. i am hanging from the ceiling already... maybe i'll never see anyone again.

scared now... i am.