I hate me. I hate all the situations around me. I am an overemotional child. I'm fake.Oh so fake. "And you... I wish I didn't care for you anymore." Oh, But I do. Im stuck in this world, and i'm oh so alone. Theres nothing I can do about it. I am a lost cause. So is the rest of my life. Apparently I try to hard. I am finally content with me being myself, and the one person that I do care about, more than anything in the world, is the one that's conviced I am fake, that I am not fulfilling myself, she who knows me best and who I love more than anything thinks i'm trying too hard to be some type of freakshow. If it cuts it bleeds. It's kind of sad that every day in the past 4 years, i've dreamed of some type on instantaneous death. More some days then other days. This so sucks gigantic monkey cock.