Goodbye to you.

I gave it up till nothing was left. A poor attempt to rid of the feast i had earlier; two sticks of celery and 3 tortilla chips. I was less then pleased. The burn prevented me to talk for the rest of the evening. Grinning, telling me "I told you so.","Can you do anything right?".

I love this corner I've made, and decorated all by myself. The walls are scribbled on and the art kind of sucks, but no ones heres but me. I love that. The door is always open, just for shits and giggles. I only told two of my closest friends/enemies, and they could easily read any of this and tell anyone. The school kids would really love to get their hands on this. But I'm still here alone, so they can't. I am confident in saying that too.

Secrets are my specialty. They'll never know whats underneath my watch and bracelets, or why i can't get out of bed the next morning, or how much, or of what, or why i look different, or what the discoloration was from. They'll never know, no one will.

For you my love.