i know that time is almost coming, but im scared. i dont wanna die, but my body says yes. sometimes i cant control my body. everyone takes me as a joke, everyone takes me as a disappointment. why.. why cant i just be fucking normal. why was i even born. why do people pretend to be my friend so i dont kill myself. i wanna slash a knife across what used to be my face. my mom is coming home today in a few hours but im scared because if i misbehave she might hurt me. i dont want that. im scared. i want to get out of this hell of a place called home. i dont like this.