Dear Jesus, I don't know how to start this letter,There's nothing I know that can make me feel better.I'm sick of my life, I'm sick of myself,I'm all sick of constantly crying for help.This town is a mess, but it's worse in my head,I swear I don't care, let's show me my deathbed.Don't give me a sign, I don't need your hopes,Here are the razors, the jump, and the ropes.The car-crash, the heavy,...

...I know people have it worse than me. But when you go through one thing, you go through it. And as long as you go through something, there is pain. And if there is pain, it matters to you, and you hurt. So I guess, after all, that every problem weighs the same. The only thing that matters is the person who goes through it, and what they do to deal with it. People say that if you want to get out...

I'm okay. That's what I keep telling myself these past few days. I told myself that many people have had it worse than me. That all of this is going to pass away soon and I'm going to be okay as if nothing happened. That this is just all in my mind and I'm just over-thinking things. That maybe I just misinterpreted things and I was maybe wrong all this time. But I don't think so.Can I tell you one...