I'd like to stab my eye now.

Please inform the world of this breaking news, please. I'm hurting. I'm breaking. I feel like an emo kid. I'm going to go dye my hair blue-black and paint black teardrops on my face. I'm going to go get a new piercing and then tatoo my entire body. I'm just to upset. So very darkly upset. I think I did it again. And I'm going to keep this on the inside. I don't like sharing this. I don't want to share this at all. I'm just a bit on the sad side. Just a bit. So please, be kind enough to be more honest with me than you ever would be with anyone else. I need to know something. I need to know anything at this point. I'm grasping nothing. Today just really sucked so badly. At least Owen was trying to make it somewhat better. I'm telling you, if Revolve completely blows this weekend, I'm gonna completely cry all over Miss Lisa. I really am. And then I won't want to be alive anymore.
Can I be blatantly honest with you? I really do want to be honest with you...even though no one is reading this, I'm sure. Let me tell you something: I don't see myself going anywhere after these next few weeks are up. I could tell you that I have something to live for (God), but I have not much to live for. Until now, I thought I was fine, but I can't be sure anymore. I really can't. How uncool is that? How is it that I can't manage to realise that that's reason enough? Can I be evermore honest with you? I really secretly wished he liked me, but I'm not going to say that. I'm not going to expect anything. I'm going to remain ever quiet still. I'm going to just go unnoticed again.
How about one more truth for ya? I've been hiding. I've been sinking back. There ever pressing darkness of winter is sinking in all around me. When spring comes, I seem to bloom and gain strength. When fall and winter show, I can't be strong. I just seem to want to go away.