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But there's always nothing. just one pathetic, loveless, meaningless browser message that doesn't mean a thing. my friends are...i don't quite know. it is hard to put what i'm going through in words. but i bet you people are rejoicing or something. haven't you a heart?

i'm sapped, drained of energy and the will to hope, and live. i've exhausted my tear ducts, but the tears are imminent. i'm burying my pain.

you didn't even tell me you were going off somewhere. now what am I supposed to think? feel? that i don't mean anything to you? yes, i know.

'm sick of my wounds being ripped open and left to bleed, over and over again. and they heal as quickly as they are caused.

just to - what, lull me into a false sense of security?

i don't want to be insomniatic. because if this keeps up, i may end up having problems sleeping. sitting cross-legged on your bed is

nothing short of frightening, and mysterious. in a very, very abnormal way.

i learnt that like money, you can only give kindness and not expect anything in return.

i don't see the point of being nice and trying to change incorrigible people. i used to do that, and what a fool I've been.

talk about being remembered for nothing at all. finally, you jst get reduced to a normal human being, cruel and shallow like everyone else.

you don't understand what you've lost until you've lost it.