Var på möte i skolan. Usch, det var jobbigt. Massa folk som pratar om mig och hur jag mår.
men.. ja, vad kom vi fram till? jo... att jag kanske ska börja på folkhögskola. beror på. dom sa att jag kanske kommer bli sjukskriven. ska till BUP den 23:e.. jag vet inte om jag kommer klara allt detta. vill bara bli 18 så jag slipper dra in mamma också. Det värsta är ensamhetskänslan, och oron över allt.
Vill säga förlåt till många att jag dragit mig undan. Inte umgåtts/träffat folk så mycket som jag borde. Det är inte att jag inte velat. Jag har bara inte klarat det. Orkar inte förklara mer än så, hoppas ni förstår. Men jag hoppas att mycket kommer ändras när jag får min medecin. Men tänk om det inte gör det? Vill inte tänka så för det måste det.

Thank you for the venom.

Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on

I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

Preach all you want but who's gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son
It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one,
and one,
and one,
and one

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
You wanna follow something
Give me a better cause to lead
Just give me what I need
Give me a reason to believe

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will

So give me all your poison (Fire at will)
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts (Fire at will)
And make me ill
You're running after something (Fire at will)
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want (Fire at will)
Then fire at will