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August 12/2000

I stop talking to people for ages. Drift away. Stay silent. Stay away. I wonder if they think I've killed myself. No, they do think that, and they worry. I hope that they wonder if it was their fault. I hope they feel guilty, and ashamed, hurt and abandoned. Do they wonder if they made me do it? I hope they wonder if they could have done something. Just like how I wonder the same things about them everyday.

She's so fucking stupid. Leave me alone. LEAVE ME ALONE. You have no idea how much I hate you. I'm scared to tell you, because then I'll have to talk to you.