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Damn. Why does everything in my life have to go wrong. All drama aside since my dad died everything has gone to hell. These last three years have made me wish I was dead most of the time. I’ve tried to make it better, but it never works. People have tried to make it better, but that doesn’t work either. I even let God take over and look where that’s got me. Some people just lead insignificant lives and I guess that will always be me. A life of sorrow and pain. I’m done trying to make it better. So the way I see it is I have 4 options. Iscolate myself, run away, kill myself, or find someone new. Since two of the options obviously aren’t really options at all, I guess I’ll either forever be lonely or learn to let you go. Writing is one thing that’s always helped but actually right now… I think I’m going to throw up.

First cut is the deepest, first love hurts the most, whatever the hell you wanna call it… My heart is broken in two, then in five and then in ten & all I can tell myself is… never again.

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