I don't.

I don't particulary want to exist right now. And I think about my suicide (future or now or non existance), about how I'll probably fuck it up how I've done before. I just don't think it woul work, because it's my life and that's how things fuck up and everything would be wrong and everyone would hate me and no one would understand. Because no one ever will. And they'll resent me; attention whore, selfish, cowardly.

All I am is a bossy voice and a rough attitude. All I am are pieces for you to take, here have some, here take that. And never give me a piece of my own, because, stop it keshia you're being crazy, stop it keshia, stop apologzing, stop it keshia, stop being selfish.

And oh I'm loved, I'm so well loved. Only it's not about being loved, though, it's about me, because I'm the selfish one, aren't I?

I don't want to live right now because what's the use of living if everything is going to be so hard. You wouldn't anything else that was hurting you so hard, would you?

The answer is, you wouldn't.

Fin.
-Keshia.