Blue-carzyowl

First year, I didnt saw anything different bettwen us. We just still be friend. Second year, Im in a level, you in a level. We different, we no longer friend anymore. Im in a club, you too. But we different. Everyone always miss you, asked me where you are. But no one miss me. They didnt care, Im always in the club but not exist. I try, I try, try all my best, but I got nothing. Finally, I tired, my right arm and hand were hurt by an accident. I couldnt draw. This is the first time I want to kill myself so bad. Cut my hand, cut my arm, cut my heart. All day long, I just sat in my desk and try to kill myself. But... I knew no one car