Everything is good.
Everything is bad.
Someone was wanting to listen. I almost told them.
Why didn't I?
Why didn't I tell them that I went to that dark place?
I was tempted to a friend.
But I didn't.
She's to Happy in her life for me to just ruin it all.
I don't want to tell all my other friends.
They don't need to worry about me.
I'm Fine.
I really am.
I just can't stand anything anymore.
Nothing I do is enough these days.
I try to find comfort in my music.
But even that can't help.
It seems that there is only one that I have found that I can talk to.
And he won't judge me.
He won't tell me that i am a failure at life.
I'm surprised that He will listen after all the times of my not being fiathful.
After all this I have found what I have needed since the first.
The First Dark Day.
God is who I have found.
And I am happy that I have or else...
I don't even want to know what would have happened.
All I know is that even though I have done this twice Someone is there who will forgive me for all that I have done.