As much as I think about suicide i know that I would never do it. All that would do is cause problems in everyone elses lives. I know what I live for AND I know why I was put on this earth. I live for Love, which I have very little of. And I was put on this earth to take care of the people closest to me and to make them happy, neither of which seems to work right now. So I find myself looking for something else because I don't have love and people won't let me make them happy. Every thing just seems hopeless and yes I do know what is around that next corner, disapointment. I hate the fact that everything must be so complicated, why can't you just simply love some one and why can't everything just be so simple and clear. Maybe everything isn't as complicated as my fucked up little brain makes it out to be. Times like this I look at every thing that was once good and see it as nothing but a lie. Guess I'll just make the best of it and eat lotsa pills until things maybe get better.
And yes living well IS the best revenage!
I like that one