Daddy didn't trust me to stay alone so I'm at my mom's. I want so much just to die. I feel like Hilter. I feel like killing myself right now. I might be charged with attempted murder and kicked out of college. This is serious shit. A friend I gave a cigarette to with cocaine on it had a heart attack. I can't even eat or sleep or think straight. I'm not ever eating again. I don't deserve to be comfortable or alive right now.--
Ok well I have got to go.
Kayla
Oh call me at home
997-2280