  Im sitting up at 5:29 a.m. Its a pretty dull moment, Natalie's asleep on the couch bed, I should be too, And thats where everything goes wrong. I have insomnia, adhd, and depression. I slit and carve on my wrists. And my parents truly dont care. They dont exactly hate me, but i know im a pretty big dissapointment to them. They tell me so all the time.
Im gonna be 14 on July 14th, golden birthday. Not that anyone cares, but then again, im not trying to impress you by writing interesting things that you'd all love to hear. I love Tony Fuller, ya ya everyone loves some one. i've liked him for 6 months. He likes my friend Kt Hutchins. I told her i wouldnt get mad at her for going out with him, and i wont {she likes him} And i told tony that it wasnt a big deal either, he said he loved me and that i was friggin awesome, but it didnt make me feel much better, i told them i didnt mind, and i dont i should be happy for my friends right? But it still hurts. 
