So, how's
life?
Okay, besides the
fact that I feel like I'm dying inside. Besides the
fact that I hate it here and I'm ready to go. Besides
that I'm just about ready to end it all. Besides the
fact that I feel so alone in a world with millions of people.
Besides the fact that no matter what I'm never going to
be good enough. Besides the fact that I'm starting to
become closer and closer with my razor. Besides the fact
that I feel so lost and unwanted.
I mean good, damn
spell check.
