(POST FROM MY OTHER JOURNAL)
"Great......Depression, love it, hate it, live it, breath it. You can come to my world if you want, but I doubt it. I hate everyone, they should all burn in front of my eyes, so I could see the pain, the pain no one else sees in me. No one can tell I am dying in this shell of mine. No one truly understands what it is to be me. To have all this hate and contempt for anything breathing the same air, the same elements that brought this cruel world to me. I don't know what I am here for anymore, I can't tell if I am dreaming or actually coherent. I wish I could drown out this pain by any means, but NO, life has to fuck with me day in and day out. Oh well, so much for a second entry. You know me now, you prolly either hate me or are intruiged, so whatever. No one is gonna read this p.o.s. anyways. I'll just go back to the heel we call the world, if I don't die again.