• i'm not here for anybody. there's no one who'd call me the second before i opened that bottle of pills or loaded that gun. and that's the whole point. i could be that somebody for someone else. i might not change the world but i may change just one person. it's all i need to know. i may not ever get better, i could help someone else get better though. i'm just collateral damage at the end of the day. it's not about me at all; nothing ever was. there's nobody who stays up nights thinking about me. i'm not that type of person. i know exactly what i am(not). you are who you are. and people don't change, really. this is growing up, but i never wanted that. i'm tired of everyone thinking that people care. they don't. slit your wrists and cry yourself to sleep. i don't care. pop pills and jump bridges. good for you. stop whining about how fucked up everything is. we know, okay? we kind of live here too. i'm down for disaster. i'm up for screwing over society. i want a fight club. i want a project mayhem. i don't care about your abusive father or your psychotic mother. go start an online journal and stop calling me. my phone is not broken, i just don't answer it you stupid fuck. get into drugs or something, i'm not your goddamn therapist. i'm not here to help you; i'm here to watch you hit bottom. we are not friends. we are cellmates. never get those two mixed up. yeah, i'm bitter and this entry is completely uncalled for. i'm a huge hypocrite and an all around bitch. the best part is, no one means anything to me. and even on your best day with all the planets lined up, i would never love you enough to care.

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