I spent most of this summer saving a friends life as she tried to save mine.
I betrayed her, and tried to kill myself. She was in Italy, and only heard the part where I swallowed the pills. She almost died for me.
Now she's back, and she's fine. And I'm not. And now I think she's forgotten all about me.
I swear, by the end of this year, I will be dead.
And I won't feel bad this time.
Posted by anonymous at August 31, 2005 9:55 PMWell, duh. You don't feel anything when you're dead.
Why don't you try professional help?
Posted by: at September 3, 2005 8:37 AM