Bleh, go die.

Why is it that people poke fun at my insacurities?

why do people think it's cool to laugh...

its no longer fun when it gets cold enough that the tear freeze to your cheeks.

i need some time to think things threw, most of all. i need to see you. i miss your touch.

come and make me feel better. i'm sorry. i depend apon you too often. just leave me to die. i'll be fine.