The sad truth is, they should never trust me.

Because no one can be trusted.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

I wish I could tell my parents, " If you want to help me, help me die.

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

That's love? To let someone beat you and be hateful to you? These people are all so... Weak. Powerless to change their lives. I know the feeling. All you can do is take it. No one understands how it beats you down.