"People are fake."
I stared at the words. My head was spinning and all I wanted to do was die. Why did't I fit in? I hate myself. I hated everyone around me and yes I was an outcast. It never really mattered to me until now. I used to see him walk pass me everyday and I thought, I wished to be the girl he would fall in love with. But on second thought no, I didn't wish to be that girl. "The worst crime is faking it." This was said by Kurt Cobain and I totally agree with it. I laughed at myself, a painful sarcastic laugh. As if I could even pretend to be that girl. I kept my diary aside and took the blade to my wrist again. I smiled. It bleeds but the pain never ends. It will never end.