I’m not a druggie. I’m not a dike. I didn’t have an enemy in the world until depression. People leave when you need help, that’s why I never ask for it anymore. Beware of my writing, it’s blunt and honest and rather than hurting everyone by committing suicide, I write. It’s one of my few reliefs in life. For all of you who are lost just remember that killing yourself only hurts those around you, the ones you love and the ones you hate and the ones you ignore at school. It’s always the sweet ones who are hurt like me.

~ I’m not who you think I am, and you’re probably not who I think you are.

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there’s a pair of us – don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

~Emily Dickinson

I just got a dead journal. Look me up if you like.