So today was probably the first time that suicide actually appealed to me.
Like, really appealed to me.

I don't know, I just think that I've messed up so much in every area of my life, I should probably just either get lost from society and stay as a hermit in those caves Marshall told us about, or run away to France or something, where I dont speak the language and so nobody will ever understand what sort of weird, stupid dumb freak I am.

I know. I'm especially morbid.

Talking it over didn't help...
He's still as mad at me as ever.

And I'm not even sure she'll accept my apology.

I hate guilt trips.
I hate guilt trips.

kthnxbai.
ugh.

i need some real friends.
ASHLEY, GET BACK FROM SHOPPING ALREADY.
I NEEEEDDDD YOUUU ANDDD YOURRR PHOONE SO I CAN TEEXXTT YOUUUUU :(
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