I take pills. It just sounds nice. And I've figured out even on the pills I can still get oh so moody. But I just want more pills so I can be almost okay. So I can at least function like everyone else. I've been oh so mean to everyone in sight. But I guess if people knew me they could put up with me. I'm so difficult but I don't mean to be. I really try to be easy to get along with but now I'm different. I pick on people more and laugh when people are hurt, I snap at people like a bitch, and I want to be alone all of the time. But then when I am alone I wonder if people actually do care about me b/c I want to be recued from my broken despair. It's really sad, I'm so horrible and misguided and misinformed about everything. I don't know how to live anymore. Yea, Bag of Bones, that's me.
~Lara