just ignore me…

I’m so alone now. Life is really hard when you’re alone.

It’s hard to tell this diary exactly what I’m feeling. It’s just that I’m so lonely…death would be nice, but inappropriate. Why die because a guy is an asshole, why die because your mother and father and friend don’t REALLY care about you?

And your supposed boyfriend doesn’t care either. And no one else in the whole world REALLY cares about your opinions and dreams and thoughts. And everyone really likes to see you down because you’re below them when you’re down.

I could die tonight, here. The knife was left right here on my dresser. I could do it. But why doe in hell? I want to die somewhere lovely and pure on a warm, sunny day. Not in hell.