I'm sitting alone... Like I normally do, listening to some music and thinking... Sometimes I kind of feel stupid. I write on here, like people are actually going to read it. That's not why I write on here. i write for myself, but just the thought that someone could actaully be reading this, and know what exactly I am thinking... It's a weird thought. I don't care if people know what i'm thinking. That's why this is a public diary. I have nothing to hide. Most people would be scared if people knew what they were really thinking; not me. I would actually like it better if people new what I was thinking. So these dark thoughts wont be just mine.. but then again. Why would I want someone else to suffer like me?