I'm constantly thinking to myself...Am I the way I am because I made myself this way, or did someone do this to me? Am I this sick, twisted, weird little girl because I choose to be? Or did someone somewhere along the line make me this way? Has everything I've ever done been because I did it? Did I strive to become the person that I am today?All I know is that no one can change me or make me see...

With everything that I have gone through, and with everything that I am going through, I am still standing as strong as ever! I have fallen, and I have stood right back up. I have tripped and stumbled, and I haven't lost my stride. I don't know where I am going, but I do know that when I get there, I will be wanted. In my current situation, I feel unwanted. And I know that with everything I am...

Who can care about a beast like me? No one ever has and it hurts to see all the pain in my life consume and devour me! No one sees the pain that is being done to me. I'm drowning in my pain and I want it to stop! No one wants to offer a hand to help me! I'm sinking lower, sinking faster! HELP IS ALL I WANTED! THE ONLY ONES THAT HAVE EVER HELPED ME ARE THE FOLLOWING: BILL KAULITZ, TOM KAULITZ,...

I hate my life to the breaking point. I have so many friends in so many different cliques, that I can't keep up with anything! I bend over backwards for everyone I know and for what? Utter disrespect and underappriciation. I strive for acceptance in people I care about and everyday I look forward to failure. I come home to a mother who nags and bitches and never says thank you or good job. My...