Silent Night.

The last four or five hours of my life have been spent on a Twilight marathon. Never in my life have I wanted to kill myself more. I am pretty sure I've just been trying to avoid the thoughts that the person I love, is currently dancing and having a great time at her semi-formal with a different person that she loves more than I. It's killing me... By the way, suicide watch began again a couple of weeks ago. Wish me luck on not dying? thanks.