the feeling you give me makes me sick. it makes my eyes water, and it makes me want to kill myself. i haven’t even lived long enough to know what love is. i haven’t lived long enough to realize that people DO care. i never really felt or had a real family. my sister tells me how inconvienent it is that i was born. im sorry. for everything thats ever made you unhappy with me. pathetic confessions on “grouphug.us” will only know my true feelings. i wonder how happy you would be if i did kill myself, beck.
