2002-05-08, 11:05 p.m.

I am tired of pain. I am tired of this agony that I face everyday. I am tired of facing everyday all together with this constant emptiness inside that causes me to think of life as meaningless strives. Mexico was great, but my mom has to ruin it. She always ruins everything for me. I just want to take her shoulders, shake her, and scream, BE A MOTHER. I need a mother. I need a friend. I need someone to cry on before I slit my wrists with the intention of dying instead of pleasure.

I am tired of pain

I am tired of tommorow

I am tired of emptiness

I am tired of being tired.