Perhaps he's right. Perhaps I should stop feeling sorry for myself. But I can't. I haven't had a bad life, I know.. But it hasn't been the easiest, either.
I suppose it was my own doing.. Everyone thinking I'm a slut, now, is because of the way I acted in the past. I did that on my own, as well.
I can't even, think, right now. My mind is so fried, and I've been crying so long, that I don't even remember what brought it on.
I started thinking about dying again, tonight. It might be the best thing for myself. I don't know if that makes sense, but sometimes I feel like, I'm so alone in this world. And nothing goes my way.. Nothing goes for me. Everything that happens, happens for a reason, right? Well, perhaps the reason that everything happened to me, was to show me, that I'm not meant for this world.
That makes no sense.. But fuck it. It's my journal. I don't care anymore.
I'm not even able to complete a thought, tonight..
I give up. I'll try again later...