How strange it is that I have no wish to die; you could even call it a thirst for life; yet I have my suicide - from the note, to the books to my left and to my right, and the manner all planned out.
i really REALLY like him
BUT
i'm just so worried i'll mess it up. i'm willing to admit to myself that i'm afraid of being hurt, of even lettin anyone close enough to have the chance. why why why
