Wednesday, Nov. 10, 2004 - 8:04 p.m.
We cannot be sure of anything in this world. I fucking hate that. I want to belive everything that you say, i want it all to be 100% foolproof. We both know that it can't be that way. We cannot be sure that one of us wont screw this up. Fuck, i hope we dont. I really love you.
Sometimes, even tho i know this would kill everyone around me, i just want to end it all. If i didnt have you and my parents, i think i would. I just dont want to deal. I dont want to have to. I just dont belong where i am, i dont deserve some of the things that i have. I dont deserve you.
I wish iw as special. You're so fucking special.