Wednesday and That Crazy B*tch

Okay, so I was talking to Blaize today, since we agreed to go see The Vampire's Assistant this Saturday. Kaitlin comes up, and a conversation ensues. Finally, she says, "Y'know, aside from Blaize, no one listens to you, or gives a damn what you say. No one cares. You do this during lunch and it pisses me off."

And the sad part, is that she's wright. No one cares for such a thing as myself. I'm all alone in this world. Sure I have so-called 'friends', but such a state like that is only so temporary. When all is said and done, I'm all I've got.

I was reading this comic called Angry Little Girls (perhaps you've heard of it?) and there's this frame where Xyla, the Gloomy Girl, says "The thought of suicide keeps me alive." I find this so true.

I'm too tired of living, to scared to end it. What do I do? It's the eternal question.

But, that CRAZY B*TCH WAS WRONG! I know who gives a damn about me!


I know I already posted this picture, but it's one of my favs, so it has RETURNED!
(shies away from staring people)
I ALREADY KNOW I'M INSANE, THANK YOU!!

That's why comics are so loved by me: they care. The creaters may be halfway across the world, but they give a damn about me and my opinion.

~Jink, who's off to cry some more