I hate life.. I hate me.. I don't think I'll be going anywhere this weekend... or maybe I might.. who knows... just when I find happiness someone tends to like to see me in despair. yet I once again try to be strong and hide it.. I know that person was just bored and joking.. still... I can't help but remember past which makes things worse.

just go away....

remember when I said my eyes were too dry to cry months ago.. well I guess I was wrong... or perhaps that could be considered a lie sense I have been called a liar lately more than 50 times... I think I'll go hide in my room.. I'll come out when I feel like it. but that isn't the reason why I cry.. only one reason added to the others.... other reasons are not really anyone's business nor was what I wrote earlier anyone's business....

I wonder if my problems would be solved if I got impaled by a spike...