So when I'm home alone I'm very scared and don't like been alone. And I'm scared because I think some one with a gun is just going to shoot me and end my life. But the thought of my life ending makes me happy, it's like all the suffering can stop.
Not like anyone would care I died...... Is that a sick thought. That I wish I could die but accidently but really I wanted it. I just want the hurting and loneliness, and heart break to stop... I give up.