socks

we argue about something stupid. it's not even an argument really. just a disagreement. i am right.

afterwards i go to my room and cry. i think about killing myself.

is it worth it? life i mean. somehow i don't think so.

i go to school/work/church/fill in the blank. i cry at random moments. i get so tired that i want to lie down on the pavement and never wake up. i have no friends. i want no friends. i am not pretty, not skinny, not smart. i am nothing.

i wonder if anyone would notice if i was gone.