I think about just ending it all...I mean why stay if all we're going to do is leave in the end? Everyday is the same old thing "Haha, look at the fat emo. -as they do slicing motions across their wrists- why don't you just go cry and cut yourself." I keep my head low and try to drown out the noise. I have a few friends, who don't give a crap. I don't trust my parents, actually I hate them. Would anyone care if I ended it all? Would I be missed? Maybe the razor can just save me.....it's the only thing that doesn't judge me. Does anyone love me?