And at home her mother cried cause daddy had something on the side. And they didn't look up when she sighed. On Monday, Jul. 26, 2004 at 7:21 p.m.
I don't want to be happy. I will never want to be happy. I have good moods and that's enough for me. I like being sad. I like being hurt. Don't you understand that I like the pain? That I don't want to make it go away. And if it did I'd just chase after more.
I don't want to be in love. I don't want to believe in god. And I don't want to be healthy. I like my disorders. I like that I'm sad and that I like dark things.
I don't want to be saved. I don't want to be cared about. I don't want anyone to be concerned. I don't want to be praised. I don't want to be what loves me. I don't want to like someone. Because I'll fall, and fall hard. And I might never recover if I'm hurt.
I don't want to talk. I don't want to smile. I don't want to eat. I don't want to die. I just want to be left alone.
