They said to write everyday, but i was at the hospital... because i tried to kill myself again. I hate the way i am. The same girl that tripped me, shoved me and called me a fat ass bitch... when i kill myself, that bitch is gonna feel like its her fault... because it is... its her fault and everyone else's too... i dont know why i feel so empty. Oh! be right back... Mom's taking me to the carnival because she thinks that its gonna be "fun".
