No one reads these anymore. Therefore I'm not going to tell a lie, but I am going to reveal my thoughts.
I like death. I want to die. Life is s**t at the moment, and it's not like anyone cares anymore.
There's this one guy who makes everything alright, but I can't have him. He's just a distant memory.
Go ahead and b***h about me or dis me. I don't give a f*ck. I
do stuff I shouldn't and I have some serious mental issues.
I'm antisocial. I don't really like my friends and I wish that the world would f*ck off.
I don't really like being around people. Most of them piss me off.
I'm not really a person. I don't think I ever will be again.
I've been told that I'm in denial of a broken heart.
I've also been told that my heart is the darkest shade of black.
I disagree. My heart is nonexistent.
Just how I wish to be.
I love my music. I would die without it.
When I'm not listening to it, I'm playing it in my head.
Nothing makes me happy anymore.
I've changed. Deal with it.
I've lost everyone whom I've truly cared about
And I'm currently searching for a reason to live.
If you have one, please let me know.
I'm sure it won't mean much and that you'd be wrong.
Just like everyone else.
Take my advice, Kid. Don't turn out the way I did.
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How to be a Loser
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