Poopla Stories

And when the machine pooped everyone went we, we, we , we all the way to town >.<

At night I can't sleep because I'm thinking about how ugly I am. I cry so much that there are no more tears left. I have held scissors to my wrists just wanting to end it all. My dad didn't love me. He loved drugs. Hey this is my 3rd book. I didn't finish my other book because I was not happy with my life. I'm writing this to get things off my chest. No bitchy comments because I have enough bitches in my life. Sooo yea.