3:49 p.m. - 2001-06-19
I was reading my entry from yesterday and realized I must have stepped in a puddle of denial and drowned.
I'm not content. I hate my fucking life. I wish I could afford someway to kill myself but the only thing in my house are plastic ghetto K-mart knives and I can't get through the skin. I just get all itchy.
This feeling in my stomach won't go away. It's not pain..I don't know what the fuck it is.
I'm pissed off.
Why is it that people constantly fuck me over.
I must have a shiny pretty ass to get fucked this much..
I <3 the world.