Hang me with the rope you tied me with

The candles are burning and my room is so dark and quiet, and i'm listening to the new garbage cd and crying my eyes out. This life is killing me, my problems are surrounding and suffocating me. I'm always the one who has to be perky and sweet, but sometimes i just wish i could be back to the way i was before...holding it in seems to hurt worse than letting it out. All these people are mad at me, and there's two that i love, and one of them is mad because someone told him that i sleep around and he believes whoever told him that, he won't talk to me, he won't listen to me, he just ignores me. Then my mom is acting all bitchy to me, i wish i had never been born.

6:23 p.m. - 2001-10-03