i am lonely and miserable. Sometimes i feel like this is how I am going to spend the rest of my life. I refuse to be saved because deep down I know that no one will do. I am sick of going through hope and disappointment. I am who I am. I am not I am. Only such desperate words could ease my pain, which shall keep secret. In the past few days I always told myself to cheer up and be positive. I faked that. Now I can no longer force myself to say something like life goes on. Damn you life! I don’t wanna face you. I am damaged. I am a mentally disabled person. Everybody consider me a wiredo. It hurts. But why should I care while it only brings pain to me? Screw all of you! I don’t need this! I am the master of my personality my mental world and my real life!