Oh yea from myself. I feel like my depression is coming back in waves of black. And I can't stand. If it wasn't for my parents I would want someone to kill me b/c I can't do it myself. I've tired at least 5 times already. But I don't need any other shit. I have enough for myself. I just hate how some people pretend. It's stupid. Some people don't look up things. I just love that. But I don't care. I have my own problems now. I just wish I could give up on everything but I can't. I tend to find out things about myself I didn't know. I'm reading Prozac Nation. It's really good. I find myself in a bunch of it. I wish I had kept Laurel maybe I'd have atleast a taste of cocaine. I need to get my hydrocodine. I want to overdose on it. It will either put me asleep or kill me. Neither one is bad. Although I don't really want to die. But I know someone will save me.--