You know... Sometimes I really don't want to be around anyone anymore. I feel a lot more comfortable being by myself. I really hate loving someone to the point where it hurts to remember all the things I could've done and said to show them that I care. It hurts to realize that I'll never get to tell them good-bye. I'm too scared to admit to my family that I'm not happy or that I don't want to live anymore but I'm only living for my brother, Charlie, every time I want to hurt myself I stop and think about how much it would hurt her if I do.
