sometimes...

.*.sometimes....*.

well...sometimes i really wonder...wat will happen if im gone 4ever...will tis world b a better place without mi...or will it b dull...dunno...

i hate e attitude of mine now...i wan e old mi back...im hafing too much fun now...i need e old gracia back...hate miself now...i wan 2 b e serious n bad gracia again...not e mad one now...but its hard to go back to last time...haiz...

sometimes...i really wish im gone 4ever...gone 4ever...away frm all tis stress im hafing...

sometimes...i dun wish to gif up easily...but sometimes im losing faith...

sometimes...i juz wish to cry all mi troubles away...

sick n tired of tests...sick of skool...sick of band...sick of miself...

...sick of life...

*sounds bery depressed...but im really am...dotx...*