In school, my face is one of the few that stand out as always smiling.
I never fight with people.
I generally nice to everyone I met.
I believe in peace, rather than conflict, for solving things.
I'm everyone's friend.
I'm a vault, tell me your secerts and that'll be the only person who know.
I'm also a huge theatre geek.
I had the best cast this year, it was the most fun I've ever had for an extended period of time.
I love it.
But now it's over.
Secretly, I wish I would die now.
My life has no meaning.
My friends are always there, yes.
But, Something just pulls me to the floor.
Something is whispering in my ear, luring me to the bathroom cabinet, or the kitchen drawer, or the roof.
I'd really just like to break a bone or something so that I could just get out of my house.
I've gone to therapy before because I've felt like this, but I stopped my sessions because I was doing so well.
I wish someone would hit me with their car.
