11:56

I'm being so closely watched.

I spat up my blood, once again.

My mom... my dad.... they fought, saying that it was their fault, no, it was your fault!

Who's ever fucking fault it damn bloody was, I DON'T GIVE TWO FUCKING SHITS!

Really....

It hurts.

It hurts so much now, that I was only able to flush down one of my beautiful razors....

I'm dying,

and I know that.

When?

I don't know when,

but I do know.

They can't hide it from me.

They can't hide anything from me.

So when I die, I want everyone in the school to know

that half of this, is their fault; the other half, is mine.

I admit that.

I really do.

So to my best friend- you just stay strong, make sure that my crush forgets my name, and maybe, one day, you will too.