I sit here, last stretch of High school, and I realize something.
I'm not right, not right in the head. I'm damaged, I'm broken.
I'm sick, I'm sad, I'm unhappy, I'm dying...Or maybe already dead.

I'm not prepared, not to go out into that ruthless world.
And I'm far from ready to leave this one called School.
I'm not prepared to take my life, that would hurt my friends.
Or would it really? I'm often paranoid everyone hates me.

Well, regardless, I'll tell you what I do know, nothing.
I don't know what I want to do with my life.
I don't know who I want to marry in my life.
I don't know where I want to ******* live in my life...

But... I do, I do know, that I am scared.
Very scared...