There are days when I feel on top of the world. And other days all the way at the bottom. But most days i don't feel anything at all. Dead inside. No. Not even that. Just nonexistant. I'm not even real sometimes. Everything about me is fake as hell but I still feel some sort of sad and I think that's why I want to die so badly. Death and murder. :( :( :( I always see those commercials now to tell kids not to smoke cigarrettes. and I'm all for it. I hate smoking. I don't want my kids doing it and I don't even want my mom doing it but I still do it ????
