I just want to die. To get away from this god
awful world. My parents don't appreciate me.
They beat and throw my things out. I wanted to
cut and runaway, but I know I don't have he
guts to do that. And I'm also Christian and it's a
sin to kill yourself. I cry myself every night. To
dream that someday, I can be with God. To
share my pain and despair. To be able to look
down and care for everyone I REALLY care
about. To just sleep and have an endless
happiness. To be able to feel warmth, happiness
and true love.