Why am i like this..?
my family hates me...
my friends couldnt give a **** about me..
my body aches..
my mind hurts..
my life is hell..
why..??
just.. why..??
my parents hurt me in more ways than one..
the people who do care... they leave...
they always leave me..

Everytime i look at my scars i think of the suffering.
the pain
the hurt
the feeling of the people who are susposed to love and nuture you rejecting you
the suffering...
oh the suffering..
someone..
anyone..
please..
take it away..
make it stop..
why am i like this...??

There are many sleepless nights for me..
Nights spent pondering what Linux distro to install next..
Nights spent wondering if my parents are gonna find out again.
Nights spent wondering... "Will my boyfriend break up with me"..
But then my alters tell me.. "Go to sleep Elizabeth. Quit worrying."
But I never seem to listen...
And the cycle goes on and on..

Some nights i just lay...
on my bed...
and wonder...
"Will i ever get to see you? Ever?"
"Will we get married snd have children and grow old toghter?"
But whenever im thinking of you, the anwsers to these questions are yes.
always.
Happy valentines day Enzo <3

I have a bad feeling that I'll never be on here again.
My parents might figure out how im on here.
or not.
maybe ill end up running away.
maybe not.
maybe ill move out at 16.
maybe not.
But somehow, i will evenutally disappear.
I hope someone remembers me..
But if no one does, thats ok too.
Im forgettable....

Today is the end.
The end for me.
The last.
the final stand.
the grand finale.
the last lap.
the ending of the girl named Lucy.
The ending of my world.
the last chapter.
the final word.
I suppose you wont cry for me.
I suppose you wont wonder where i end up, heaven or hell.
i suppose you wont be at my funeral, if i have one.
i suppose you wont visit my grave.
But you will remember me.
Won't you?