I'm so tired.
I'm so fucked up.
It feels like I can't go on.
I just can't.
I just want to sleep.
Forever.

But I won't.
I'll look into paganism with Matt as my mentor.
Its always seemed like a more beautiful, cleaner type of worship.
I will find my own god,
And I won't care about what everyone else says.

I'll pretend I don't hear the voices tonight,
And I'll pretend I don't see a boy sitting next to me.

I'll pretend cutting isn't a bad thing,
And I'll pretend its natural.

I'll pretend everything's fine.
And I will be okay.