It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen
That I bought those pills
I thought I would need
And I wrote a letter to my family
Said it's not your fault
And you've been good to me
Just lately I've been feeling
Like I don't belong
Like the ground's not mine to walk upon
And I've heard that music
Echo through the house
Where my grandmother drank
By herself
And I sat watching a flower
As it was...

Our conference ended yesterday, *sniff, sniff*.
All our friends are gone. We're gone. I'm home. I miss a lot of people, and I generally miss everyone, I miss the hotel (NOT THEIR SPIDERS), the pool, the sexy life-gaurds, the food, the conversations... More, but one thing I miss the most is how OUT I could be.

I was pansexual and that was clear, my friend, CJ, started calling LGBT, LGBPTQ2, which stands for Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, PANSEXUAL, queer and questioning. Which made me,...

Can't do this...can't fight it anymore..

Thanks for leaving the packet of razors in my room mom...it helps a lot...

I need people right now..I want someone to care, but i know they shouldn't, I know i'm worthless...

It gets worse.
Today has been bad.
That's a lie.
Today has been awful.
Understatement.
The blade helps though.
That's what I live for.
Pain, and Hurt.