Today sucked. No need to reinterate what shit happened. Thank you.

Teresa, Kurt, Max, and Little Sister are coming up for Easter weekend. They’ll get here tomorrow. I guess I’m excited. I want Kurt to meet him, because it’s basically the only person I talk about with him. He said it was fine if I brought him over.

God damn, I want to be shot right now. Today really did suck…I don’t know what to do. I hate being pushed over, and being kept secrets from. Why in hell did I cut open my wrists in front of everyone, having deliberate movements and no one noticed. I’m screaming in the middle of a crowded and silent library and no one even notices. If suicide attempts are a cry for help, what is this? A constant screaming? A whimper? Maybe it’s not even anything. Maybe it just yearning for someone to love me and I’m god damn sick of being alone.

“Things will come and things will go,
But one thing I know for sure is,
You don’t give a damn about me.”

I have no idea where it’s from.