The Death of an unclaimed superstar (dementedchains) wrote, @ 2004-03-22 18:58:00

Current mood:	sick
Current music:	Papa Roach : "Broken Home"

Wish you weren't here Wish I were dead
Brittney left me. I feel like dieing. I wish I were dead
And the worst thing about it is that she blamed this whole thing on me. I wish I were dead since I just can't seem to do anything right. I can't even cry because this hurts so bad. I mean I would have done anything for her and she shoves her shit in my face. Maybe i just am what everyone says i am : NOTHING. I'll never be anything and I never was. I'll never matter to anyone and anyone who loves me is a cruel person. Its all some cruel sick joke to get me to fall in love then you tell your joke and I'm the punch line. Do I have a sign on my face that says USE ME?!?!? or HURT ME?!?!? Anyways I still wish I were dead and I hope I do die...SOON!

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