I wish I couldn't picture what you all would look like crying at my funeral,... if that image didn't come to my head, I'd be slitting my wrists instead of writing this. But have no fear... love, friendship, lust, happiness, and any other motivation in my life is slipping away slowly, and everytime I cry a tear, the tear puts another brick on thewall around my heart. Slowly but surely my compasion will die out, and I'll take my life.I'm sick of fighting with people who shove me when they don't realize how close to the edge I am. Im sorry for being selfish but maybe I sick of hearing how great life is when I hate mine. I hate this all, and I hate how everyone likes to pull those strings on my heart. I'm sorry but I can't go on. I know I've let all you down. I knew I'd never pass this test called life.