From an Old Journal(July 20, 2006)

I don't know whats going on, my life's a mess, I don't know if I can deal with all this stress. Its hitting me hard, coming at me all at once, I don't have a choice, I'm the class dunce. A mixture of family, a tad bit of friends, a sprinkle of boys and things I should never do again. Drinkings a problem I'm well aware, its my life I'm playing with, this truth or dare. Why do I do this just put myself down, when all I want is a boyfriend around. I'm tired as hell and I need to take a shower because I am starting to smell. Ha ha. I had to throw something funny in there, because this stress I can no longer bare. I need someone...who I can sit and talk to, someone who I can feel I belong to. Well I'm done for now with my pathetic life, all I need is for you to hand me the knife.