I am just starting to give up on things. Things like my life. I just don't know who or what I am anymore. Nor do I know what I am to do in this life. Sometimes I just wish it would end, give me an eternal sleep. I guess that sounds alittle dramatic, or very depressing. But it's how it is.
Sometimes I just wander out into the street, or the highway, wanting someone to run me down, but it just never works. I keep trying and trying, wanting it all to end, but it just won't happen. Then, just so no one worries about me, I act like I am happy, or I push them away, or I am just plain cruel and uncaring towards them.
Took a test last night, found