12:18 p.m. --- i am sleeping with ghosts. --- 2004-08-09
i just realized that i don't know how to cry anymore. the only time i truly cried was that breakdown i had in school last year. this previous school year, i think. yeah. but at any rate, i can't cry anymore. blah blah blah. who cares? it's just a sad rant on my part.
i kind of want to stop self-injuring, but... that's what i do. my deep scars run up and down my arms, and they're kind of pretty to me at this point. they're a part of me. that's just how i am. i'm writing so simply right now. it's pissing me off.
i want to kill myself, and you know why? me either.
