What the fuck is wrong with me? You shouldn't mean a God damned thing to me, you really shouldn't. I should be fucking happy that you're obviously upset, but the first thing I think is, "Can I help? I hope nothing happened." Why? It's not even "I wonder what that dirty fucking rotten piece of trash bitch did now?" No, it's concern for you and that's what makes me better than all those other wastes of life you call friends, but still treat better than me. After everything that's happened and how you're being I should be praying that your life is ruined, but I don't. I can't. My family is driving me insane. I have to go to the doctor tomorrow. I hate going to the doctor, it means I can't handle something by myself. I hate that feeling, I really do. I like to be in control and when I admit I need professional help it obviously means I'm not, but I really think the doctor is necessary. I've had this constant headache for the past month and a half. I can't sleep at night and once I do I'm so messed up when I wake up. I'm tired all day and just can't get any energy. That shouldn't be a problem at 17. I randomly get so sick I can barely walk. Something's obviously wrong and I obviously can't handle it. There - I admit it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Don't turn away Don't give into the pain Don't try to hide Though they're screaming your name Don't close your eyes God knows what lies behind them Don't turn out the light Never sleep, never die Servatis a Pereculum Save us from danger Servatis a Maleficum Save us from evil [Evanescence]