[.KillCasino.]

The words are mixed up in my mind, I want them to flow but they're scared to release. They're scared to admit the truth. I'm scared to admit the truth. I can't call anyone because no one knows, and besides, I have phoneophobia aha, I hate talking on the phone. I sound like an idiot and I tend to freeze up, so most of the call is spent with me staying silent, wanting to speak but I can't. I'm such a freak, seriously. I keep staring at the scars on my arms, and I keep wishing that they weren't there...why did I start this? I can't even remember when I DID start this, it just kinda happened..*sigh*. It hard trying to stop, it really is but I know I can do it.

If you want something so much, you'll do anything, right?

Mhmm. I could throw that several ways. It winds me up when I'm feeling low as well, and someone says 'come sit down and have a cup of tea, you'll feel better'. Oh yeah, coz a cup of tea is gonna sort everything out aha. British people, eh? Tea solves fuck all, aha. Now I'm ranting muchly, but yeah, I just really need to. I don't actually give a crap if anyone responds either, though saying that I would like a little help. *screams* I don't know what I'm doing here, I think I'm gonna get ready and go out somewhere, anywhere. Mhmm, that sounds like a good idea I think.

I think that life is non-existant. We aren't truly here.
Seriously, we're not.