I feel like I don't want anyone to help me. I was born to die. Everyone was and as soon as you admit it you can continue living. I don't think anyone could really help me anyway. I tried so hard to get help from someone but they were too dumb to help. All anyone can do now is just hold me tight. Never letting go of me b/c I might drift away and be nothing. Mrs. Ransom has neglected to see me again. I feel unwanted. blah. I need someone to love. "I could love in this dying world but the simple word "love" has died and went away." --Marilyn Manson, the song: Valentine's Day I just want anyone to love me now. When I feel like my insides are dying. And with it the scars of me cutting.--