I don't think I'll be here much longer, I'm warning them too. But they don't understand, and I don't expect them to. By the time anyone catches on it'll be too late. By the time anyone cares I'll be dead anyway. I'm not going to **** myself, but I'm not going to stop anyone else from killing me either. I've been done for a very long time... I'm no longer sad or happy, I don't feel at all. I'm merely a shell of what I once was, a sad little girl, lost and alone. The girl that cut and cried, starved and slowly died. But at least I felt.... Now I'm nothing but an empty body with scars and secrets.