All this hoping for something- or someone- that's maybe hopeless. I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There is too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.

you’d think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it’s painful.

Life goes on. Get over it. You're still young. It'll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah

But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?

scapegoat, n. I think our top two are: 1. Not enough coffee. 2. Too much coffee.

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.

I will be the one to leave you.