January 12, 2008 -
CoStanleyQueen5
When I'm coming home from school, I walk on the side of the street closest to the road.
Yesterday, I asked myself why.
I realised I do it because it is dangerous.
I do it because I hate myself.
I do it because I don't care if I die.
What's left for me in life? I've lost so many people, so many friends in the past few weeks.
And my life has come crashing down.
And when I'm alone, I realise that no one is thinking of me.
No one needs me.
No one cares.
And, even though I have known this for a long time, it's too painful to keep locked up inside.
So I cry.
But who's there to listen?
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On the way back from school, it started to rain.
No one knew I was crying.
I used the wrong pens to colour my hair. It doesn't look like me.
Maybe that's a good thing.