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When I was 13, I went into the bathroom, filled the sink with mouthwash and water, kneeled and place my head in it. I just sat there, holding my brety, slowly letting it out so that I could die...slowly. But just when I was aout to breath in the toxicen water, I heard my sisters laughing, and my brother playing with them. I thought I should stop, go to them, go and live on, even if it meant I had to deal with all the negtive energy in this world.

I'm glad that I didn't kill myself, cuz now I have so many people who love me...or atleast I like to think that. I know that most people that clam to be my "friends" wouldn't give a damn if I was to drop dead. If I fall they would laugh, if I cry, they wouldn't comfort me. No, but they know I wouldn't laugh if they fell, they know I would comfort them if they were to cry. They take advantage of the fact that I live to help others. They take advantage that I want to be with people. They take advantage of my heart, my soul, my mind. Me.

Why didn't I finish the job...?