PUnK PiXiE (ransom_worthy) wrote, @ 2003-05-15 19:32:00

Current mood:	suicidal
Current music:	Clay Aiken: Tell Her About It

~*~Watch me bleed, death proceeds, holding me, I can't breathe~*~
I'm doing all I can so why is it that that doesn't seem like enough. Or feel like enough? I don't know but I'm so close to letting this all be over that it's fucked. Today I thought about what it would be like to slit my wrists like 4 times. The bad/good thing about it, is I'd never actually do it anyway. But I'm going crazy again. I'm so empty inside and so blah that I feel completely helpless.

Why do I keep putting myself where everything is in my hands? I can't handle this.

TRuE RoK!,

DoRk A$$

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