-t w o l i t t l e s e c r e t s-

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Speak to me.
It was never about me, wasn't it?
I don't feel like I exist.
No one actually bothers about what I say.
No one gives a damn.

Let me die.
Maybe people'll start noticing me when I die.
Maybe not.

I'd love to stop crying alone.

10:24 PM; `dead.Y

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piggiest piggy.

alive.

and loved.