The biggest fool on this day, as it turns out, was me. For thinking I could actually have a friend. Thinking that someone could actually care about me or about my stupid fucking little life for any extended period of time. Once again, made the fool. I’ll probably never learn, but with any luck, I won’t be around long enough to make the same mistake too many times again.
I was made to be alone. I was created with the sole purpose to be alone and miserable.
I was never cut out for the kind of life that was given to me.
No one will care or miss me when I’m gone. My death won’t matter to anyone any more than anything else I’ve ever done.
They’ll all be better off, and they’ve made it painfully clear….
I’m so fucking tired of everything….
