I want to go somewhere else. I want to do something else. My head hurts. I feel lightheaded. I feel like I'm going to throw up. My mind is racing faster than my abnormally fast heart. Why does this keep on happening to me? This sense of nervousness and doom covers me like a cloud as I try to pretend that everything is alright. I hate everything. Why do I have to live now. Why couldn't time freeze in fourth grade. I hate this website. I want to leave. I can't leave. What am I doing. I'm writing my thoughts. These are my thoughts. No they're not, they're just me talking to nothing. It's not like anyone gives a shit enough about me to do anything. Fuck I feel like I'm going to faint. I hate this. I hate my body. I hate myself. I want to go. I need to go. I can't go, but I must. What's happening. I feel like a racing train unable to stop. I want to stop. I can't. I must. It's no use. The only way to stop is it die, and I can't kill myself. Not after I've witnessed the damage it does. I wish someone else would kill me. No I don't. Yes I do. No I don't. Yes I do. No I don't. I don't know what I want, exept that I want out.

This is the result of me promising to myself that I would say everything that I think within a few minutes. I'm extremely bored, and don't know what to do. I dare everyone else to type their completely honest thoughts. Mainly because I feel like dreaming a new tag.