I cry through my skin.

Mood: Depressed and suicidal

 I really am so ready to kill myself. It doesn't feel like I have anything to live for. The future seems bleak and hopeless...I was close to cutting again tonight. Not the places I usually cut either...I held the blade to my wrist. I don't know if I actually would have done it...But my mother interrupted my pending suicide. I don't know if anyone cares...It doesn't feel like it. My closest friends are a million miles away and I can't relate to anyone. It's like there is a thick, clear, concrete wall between me and the rest of humanity. No one understands me...No one understands why I'm so sad...Or wgat's wrong with me...Not even me. I hate myself...My family hates me...God must hate me. I don't even think Skye loves me. Why should she? No one does. No one cares. I have this entire weekend to hate myself. I just don't want to live anymore...It hurts...Every breath hurts...Everytime I wake up and realize that I'm still alive and that I've still done nothing of importance and no one loves me. No matter what I do...I'm never good enough. Not for anyone, not for my family...Not for my friends...Not for my lover...Not even for myself or my others. I should just reluinquish controle of the body to one of my alters and let my life waste away without me. I don't know why life has got me so down...I don't know anything. I'm nobody in the world...What would it matter if I died? What do I have to live for anyways? A life that nobody loves me in?  Blah...