Thursday, August 12, 2010
You know how desperately unhappy you are when you wish you're a suicidal person so you could take the pain away but you know how much pain it would cause everyone you love and left behind and you just can't hurt them like that, or miss seeing the little ones grow. But I really, really wish I was. But I'm not so I must endure. I promise you have nothing to worry about, but I don't want to talk about it.