Today I told my mom I wanted to die. And she said she wanted to help, and asked if she had ever done anything bad to me. And I said 'Yes, you made me'. And she ordered a pizza, and I said "I don't wanna eat, see how much I'll survive without food'. And she started to cry. And I said she would never understand. And she agreed. And then I named all my psychological disorders, and after a 2 hours long talk, she came to the idea that all this was because I had calcium deficit, which is because I didn't eat enough when I was little. I really want to die. I know I've said this before, but I never meant it like I do now. I could always find a reason to live. Not now. The reason why I don't kill myself is that I'm scared of the pain. And I don't think there are enough pills in the house.
[COLOR="Sienna"]Reia-mi al nemuririi nimb/ Şi focul din privire,
Şi pentru toate dă-mi în schimb/ O oră de iubire..[/COLOR]
Şi pentru toate dă-mi în schimb/ O oră de iubire..[/COLOR]