Everyone thought she was a normal, well adjusted, happy girl, but then one night she went to bed, climbed out her window, drove somewhere, and gased herself to death.

For some reason lately I have wanted to be depressed. I want to have an excuse for everything, and to be able to write and cry and feel bad.

I don't want to be nothing and just meh and have no life, or friends.

I dunno, i just want something else. Like always.

And people shouldn't be allowed to kiss in the vacinty of me, because I don't want to see it, and I'll punch the next people that do.

It's just not fair. That's all.

So yeah I went for a drive tonight and it made me even more depressed and i cried for a few seconds and then i got over it and felt lame and went home.