people always say ' there's light at the end of the tunnel ', but what if the tunnel you live in is pitch black and a continous curve ? where is the hope, the chance of something better? is there something better? was i born to suicide ? i think so. i know for a fact that tomorrow i will be alone, unhappy with nothing to strive for, a day as dark as night and so will the next day. maybe tomorrow will be different, oh how i wish it would be. but then, i wish this immense pain called living would end and i will be finally rid of this mask i wear. i am so tired !