I contemplate suicide so much that it feels unnatural to think about death. Im also not emo or gothic but just hate the idea that in the end theres no point.

When my father died, I tried to commit suicide by running my car into a tree on an impulse. Obviouslly, it didn't work. I broke my nose, and broke my arm. I told everyone I swerved to avoid a fox. Since, then I've gotten my life back together, but I never told anyone what really happened.

Yesterday I sang along with 'tears in heaven' as i cried holding the picture we took when i was a baby..
You where the greatest Grandmother as far as I'm concerned...

I've always been good with animals.

It's because people scare me.

I wish I was heartless like you so I can just walk away when you cry like you do to me.