Something happened....to me...yesterday involving a knife.. though please ...... don't ask what.... happened... I don't wanna... talk about it please..

After thinking about it.. I broke down crying.. I don't know.....why it just... rain came from... my eyes pretty much.. don't make....me talk about it..

And then depression... I'm in....the depression... because of what happened.. and I know.. I'm in... depression... it's pretty obvious...

I'm worthless... I'm weak... I'm.. I'm.. not pretty or beautiful.. I'm not.. clever.. or anything really.. nothing special... I don't deserve Ian..

I'm a broken and scared little girl... I deserve to die...