(I just found this while cleaning out my truck. (I never clean out my truck.) It was stuck under the seat. It appears I had wrote this during much mental anguish during High School.

This is a peaking into the wonderfully horrible mind of me. These are thoughts that swirl into a raging vortex in my mind on a constant basis. I am not emo, just a pessimist. I never found the answer to any of these questions.)

Is it normal for teens, even adults, to just give up on living? Not die, but just wonder “Why go on?” or “What is the point?” Is this bad? Is it normal to abuse yourself, not physically, but mentally; attacking your own mind? If life is so wonderful, is it common to be sad or disappointed with the world?
Can people tell I hide my emotions? If not, then does that mean people don't care? Am I just good at hiding? Why do people walk on you when you are nice, but walk in your footsteps if you are mean? Why do people dislike me or fear me? Why am I persecuted and hated for what I believe?
Is it normal to be “split”; not knowing what you like or hate, are or are not, will be or will not be; to be two things at the same time; happy and sad at the same time? Why do people call you names of something you are not, or label you, but not themselves? How do people know things about you, though you have never said, or wrote, your thoughts?
Is there anyone who can help me? Anyone who can answer why wonders, ponders, and thought? Is there anyone who can protect me from me and my thoughts.
I am afraid.