it's getting worse. this depression seems to grow stronger every time you disappear. all i really want to do is hang out. we can laugh and fight, just hang out lah jom. but so much is going on. i'm so worried. and you go do all that. i'm tired and i don't think i can do this.

this thing makes me mean to my friends. i'm sorry. i scare them too, saying imma hurt myself and all. i don't plan on it. i just feel like i really need to do it. maybe broken glass will help.

oh and i'm not emo, emo is me cutting your face if you call me that.