'Cry me a river, build me a bridge, now get over it.'
I can actually cry, though. It's wierd. Normally, I can't.
Everything's piling up on me.....
POEM ERASED! KELSEY IS AN IDIOT FOR POSTING IT! I'M SORRY, WORLD!
No, not my poem, but a good demonstration...
I just feel unexplainably horrible. I could die and be happier than I ever was when I was alive.
Just proves my implosive nature...
I totally snapped at my mom.
I'm so unimportant.
Maybe I should just....
The knives are right in the kitchen...