Why couldn't I have a fatal disease? It'd be so much easier.
What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?
But I'm no hero. I had to keep my dirty little secret. The worst sin I committed was holding it in; letting the secret blacken me.
Everything seems to be working." Except me. I'm broken.
But its not funny. Not to people who've been told they're losers their whole lives and believe they will never be anything else.
I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.