Back from San Diego... The trip had so much good in it, I'm not sure why I'm so depressed... Maybe it's because I don't see myself as good to start with, so I feel like I didn't deserve to enjoy the trip like I did... I dunno... I feel like crap... I can't sleep or eat anymore either... I hate this life... I'd ask someone to save me, but I don't want people to bother. I want to just disappear forever, and erase myself from the memories of those who care... The perfect death is the one no one remembers, because no one will cry in the end.
If you do care, stop caring so I can disappear already.