The more I think, the worst it gets. And I always end up in the conclusion that I hate myself for being me, for the way I think, for the way I react to situations. My family is getting through a crisis or something.. last night I fought with my best friend.. and it hurts. My best girlfriend is leaving..so I just lost the two of them...and my family just sucks at this point... My loneliness is the only thing I´ve got right now.. I hate Sundays,I really do...