i feel like nobody really knows me. i feel like sometimes, even i don't know me. when i tried to end my life yesterday, i didn't know who that was behind the wheel of that minivan. it wasn't me. it was some other crazy red headed girl screaming and crying about her life going down the drain. it was some other psychotic loser who pulled over and cried. it wasn't me. but i know how she feels and i wish i could help her. i'm scared of her. and scared for her.