right. i especially love how all my good days end with me crying or contemplating suicide.... or both... the way ive been feeling lately, i dont even know if anyone would care. is all i am a disappointment to everyone? my life used to be so... i dont know. perfect. it was great. all i used to think about was like, which guy do i like more, or what should my new screenname be, or something stupid like that. i was materialistic, or superficial, or whatever, but most of all i was happy.
now i hardly know what happiness is anymore. happiness does not end with tears like this.