I just don’t think I want to be alive anymore. Nothing makes me happy, especially not being at home. I just want to be free. I want to run away. I think about what would happen of I just laid down in the street and let a fucking semi truck roll right over me!! I’m dead inside so what would it matter of I was actually dead? When I cut I love the pain because I’m actually feeling something for once other than a twisted stomach and an aching heart. I never thought I’d feel you’d way, but I want to kill myself and I’m concerned that I might actually do it. I’m not concerned that I’ll die, though. I’m just worried that It might not work.