Haha I'm disgusted with myself. For foolishly making myself think that you guys like me, that anyone could like me. I'm disgusted that I ever believed anything G said when he said he loved me. Hahaha why would anyone love this broken girl? I don't know why I still have died yet but maybe I should change that. Maybe I should change the ugly blank canvas of my wrists into a Museum of pretty scars.   Maybe, just maybe I'll die in my sleep tonight.