I think I'm dying. I'm crying because I need to lose more. I'm crying because I need to feel more. I'm dying to feel something, anything. I'm dying to hear your voice again. I'm dying to be alive.
Oh by the way I started writing a memoir for my english class. If you want to know how I dealt with an abusive childhood and my boyfriend committing suicide, check it out! http://www.wattpad.com/user/courtch