Bleh

I'm so fucking devistated. I've come to realize everything is too good to be true. Nothing will ever go my way. Anything I look forward to will probably not ever happen and I will never be happy. Yeah, happiness doesn't happen for me apparently.

I just want to fucking like, skip life for like a year. Just to fucking forget everything and play it off. Whatever dude, I'm fucking sick of everything, including myself. Everything in my life is making me sick and no one fucking cares. No one has any regard for my feelings. Especially sweet, sweet fucking Michael. Wow, way to fucking make the last two years feel like it fucking meant something, not really though.

I just feel so fucking empty right now. I can't like even stop crying cause there's nothing to distract me from the fucking clump in my throat that's making it hard for me to breathe. I can't call anyone cause I don't wanna bring them down with my pathetic problems. In addition, I've already read the books I bought two nights ago. So that leaves nothing at all. I have nothing to rely on.

I keep fantasizing about how I wish my life could be. Just me and you, cause I've pretty much lost faith in all of humanity.