Hell, who I am hates who I am.
Does that make sense?
I need help.
But I don't want it.
I'm a lost cause.
Fuck friends, fuck love, fuck life; I don't deserve this.
Why did I have to ruin my own life? Why do I do this to myself?
I don't want another fat, pink line on my fat, ugly wrist, but I need it.
Everything's set up, no one would ever know, no one would care.
God, I whine about everything.
Y'know what? Nevermind.
I'm cool, I'm all right.