i've given up. thoughtofsuicidearegrowingclosertogether. i've written the suicide note. november eleventh two thousand one. i will not write another. i'm not playing games anymore. no more aces, spades, diamonds, no more hearts. everything seems to be pointing in the same direction. i've got nothing left to give. it's been too long & i'm afraid & i'm not afraid at the same time. i've cried out for help for so long & now i've lost my voice. i've lost it all.
why is she so sad? she doesn't know. that's what makes it so mother fucking hard;; she doesn't know.
written on 2003-12-11 at 11:47 p.m.
she / lost