February 2009
I'm 17 and tired of my life, under my pillow is a knife. I'm sick and tired of this world, but yet I haven't kissed a girl. I know this world is full of pain, but I haven't cried in vain.
Doubts... Sometimes I'm no good for this world, or the other way around. Where to run? Please, tell me 'cause I have no idea what to do anymore. Life's slipping through like sand in my hands. I want a