i'm nineteen. my father gave me three talents, to write, to sing, and to draw. i am a writer first, person next. i sleep with my books and have been documenting my life in a journal since the seventh grade. my middle name is hope.
is what i screamed last night when i got really upset and started having a breakdown. a girl from my high school was killed in a car accident a few weeks ago and everyone keeps talking about her and how much they loved her and all i can think about is how i would give up my life for hers. i wasnt even friends with her. its just not fair that people who love life, die and the ones that dream of dying, live. so my question was what am i doing here? i dont want to do anything with my life and do horrible in classes. i dont have any family. i dont have any friends. i just feel so pointless.
