"Last night, no one's around. went down to the kitchen twice to find a knife. tried to cut my palm and a little on wrist but our stupid kitchen knife is so blunt, cant even cut through my skin -wtf? lol. I took a small one upstairs and hide it under my pillow just in case. didn't mean to kill myself just hoping to see some blood. it's a proof that I'm living. it's a proof that I can still feel something. Guess there's just so many problems, too little time to solve. I just wish people will stop caring, 'cause when they say they care, they don't mean it forever. And really, please don't care. I'm sick today but I'm going to be alright tomorrow."