And I would... if I could. But my death is not something I wish to dictate.
But if it'd make the world happier, I'd do it.
I just hate feeling like I'm getting on people's nerves. See, when my friends don't talk to me or acknowledge me, I tend to get the feeling like they just... want me to... I dunno... poof. Go away. Forever. And that doesn't do a lot for me.
And I really want to cry right now.
But I can't.
Because... I'm afraid to.
I don't know why; I just am.
I feel like a scared little five year old, lost in a big convienence store, with no one around to ask for help.
I'm lost. Hopelessly lost.
And I can't function; I can't think, I can't breathe: I'm completely freakin' paralyzed.
I want to be wanted; I want to not be worthless and useless.
I want to have a purpose.
And I want to know that I'm not hated. Unless, of course I AM, in which case I would also like to know (kthnx).
Hmm, so there's my rant.
Now to go get organized for school. Bloody freakin' school.
Bleh.
