I'm a worthless, good for nothing, piece of junk. And just remember, it doesn't matter how many people show up my funeral, it's not like I'll know if your there or anything. God, if I only I could just get out of here and be some place where I feel safe, which isn't here. It isn't this house, or this town, or this city, or even this state. Hell, I don't knew where it is, but it isn't here. I would give anything too know that I meant something too someone, anyone besides goose girl and DX, anything. I just wish that I could be someone else. I hate me. This isn't right. This isn't how things were supposed to turn out. I fucked it all up. And now I'm paying. And I'm sorry God! I honestly am! I don't what the heck I did to you to make you hate me so much. But I'm sorry a billion times over. And I'm sorry to everyone else. I'm sorry that I can't be the person you all thought I was. I'm sorry that I can't be like that. I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you. I hope you will all be okay. Just don't miss me when I'm gone. Please don't! Because believe me, when you miss someone it just makes it hurt even more. So I don't want you to miss me, because I don't want to see you hurt. I love you guys more than you could ever know. And you girls too. You were my world. You kept alive. You kept me breathing. And laughing. And talking. And smiling. But now it's just too much. I don't know what to do with myself any more. I can't stand who I am and I don't understand how you guys can either. So I'm sorry for hurting you. And I'm sorry for making you guys be there. But I thank you for the times that you have been there. And I think you for all the little, simple things that you've done that have made my day just a tad bit better. I just don't know how to hold on anymore. Hell, I don't know what to hold onto too. My dreams are shattered. Everything that I've wanted or even hoped for has been destroyed. The hope of being happy and being free of this place. The hope being loved for who I am. It's all gone now. There is nothing of it left. I don't how to make it go away. I honestly don't. It just hurts too much. And it rarely ever stops now. I'm sorry. I love you. You were the best things that ever happened too me, but now it's just got to end. ... bye