At least once a day, thought runs across my mind. I hate myself, always did. I feel so pathetic that i can't even cry or kill myself. Wish i could paint the walls with my own blood. I can't even say world would be a better place without me, cause that's what i am: nothing. Can't stand to stare myself at the mirror one more day. I wish i could at least chop pieces of my body off or something. I feel like my body is a prision.