I like Skittles.

I like writing.

I hate when people chew with their mouth open.

I dislike my mother.

I hate my step-father.

I moved to Florida to escape them.

We don't speak to each other.

Purple Skittles are the best.

I'm a dreadful singer.

I have hazel eyes, but I want green ones.

My hair is black, but I wish it was red.

I've tried to commit suicide
.
Everyday I hope I get cancer or break my arm so people visit me in the hospital.

I want to know that someone cares other than my friends and my boyfriend.

I wish life were easy.

I wish my job didn't SUCK.

I like red skittles, too.

I should be working on reports, but I'm not.

My job SUCKS.

I hope I haven't depressed you.

Check out my story.

If you see one.