Being accepted....being cool....isn't what I want. What I want is to feel like I belong somewhere. And if I have to leave the comfort of my old friends behind to reach my level of belonging....then so be it.

I'm doing what I can to keep living this life. I don't know why I am, because I might as well be living a lie.

I don't want to have to yell for help anymore. I want there to be someone there. But that's never going to happen. Because no one cares fo me at all. So that's why I write,the life I want isn't anything but a piece of paper and drops of ink.