i am so hurt i cant cry, i began to hurt my hand, im still doing it right now. the knife is in my other hand, i cant work, draw, my face is the face of the unknown and the scary. Lucienda has awoken. roman has been injured. whats next? we'll continue to play the game. we'll play till its all, all over. mom was right, i need rest. you know what i need? i need love, he kissed her, asked her out again, i put my heart out there like im ready, i show the universe im ready, i do and dont know whats wrong, i could tell by the moon tonight that something is going to happen. i was right, i truly am psychic. something did happen. and i died. i am a strong woman, i hit the wall, i threw the paper i cut my hand, face, arms, i listen to the music. i beat the art hand against the desk. i want that pain, i really want to cry but i thnk ive gotten to the point where i cant anymore, love for me is gone, over, let them be happy, i'll erupt eventually, whether its days from now or not. i will, she will know, she should. alexx, i could tell in her speech, were not even in the same room or hearing each others voices, but i could just tell, something wasnt going to work, then she told me, she warned me. i said thank you. then i went for the wall, i listened to the music. i threw the paper...i was right. i was damn straight right. i really am psychic. tomorrow? i want to hide it, i want to talk to her. forget it never happend, but then again no, tomorrow, im going to be the unknown. i was right about the moon, and this weekend? my time, again, i will be right here. i will go straight home, and i will be right here. i always suffer, and i wonder if i even deserve to complain. to skip school, to sleep, i should be working, working working, working working, i need to get out of here, succeed, move on, but, im held in a bound. this has been a tough year, and i can't believe i havent gone psycho. i will though. i will, thats why im afraid to live alone when i get older, it just wont be safe. i want my hand to hurt so much. i dont want to go to sleep. i need to work. but i cant. ive lost my phone. it always happens to me, everybody knows before me, always have, michael, kali. gabi, alexx, my subconscious, the unconscious. everyone just waits for me to know, waits for me to cry. to let it be over, im always last. i let people hurt me so then in their mind i can put them in a choke hold, its a complicated mind heist, drama i cant unfold once creased. 11:11? just hope in numbers, and we all know what hope is. i wont even answer that. bass, i cant even say i love you, i cant say any of that. ive been silent for a while. i just want to be free, i just want to be free, i just want to be free. i just want to be free. cuz im ready for the funeral. please hurt me. please hurt me. let me be free......