I'm so sick of being used. Being ignored. Being attacked. Being told that I'm good enough and that I'll never acheive anything. I just hate everyone. But I hate myself more. It's all so true and deserved. I'm so, so depressed. I don't think I've ever felt this low. Oh god, remind me why I'm still alive. Because I deluded myself? I deluded myself into thinking that someone cared about me for what I really was. I believed that he didn't want me to change even though I did, so much. I thought that that was love. Hahahahaha. No. There is no love. No one could ever POSSIBLY love me for who I really am. I've been wasting my time. I'm so disgusting. It's funny, because my life isn't even worth living anymore. The quality is so fucking shit. And I can't figure out what I've done to deserve it. I really think I just want to die now. I think I'm crying. I think I'm alone. Very, very alone. There is no point in anything. I'm losing all faith I had in people, and that means I'll have no faith in anything at all. I think I'm right; I think I'm actually quite a bit smart than those who make different decisions (but isnt everyone like that?)and so I stick to them. I'm going to cut myself off from him then. So I can maybe finally reach the point where I'm certain of something, this will probably be the choice to end my life.