A lot of the people I care about no longer care about me (if they ever did in the first place). They want me to die, and they've said so, to each other, behind my back. My closest friend who I care about very deeply said to another "friend" that he is only remaining friends with me until college. Then he doesn't care if I die; he's just afraid I'll get him in trouble if I die because of him, my life doesn't mean anything to my friends. Sucks that I found out they thinks that, doesn't it? At least for them. I've always cared about the truth above all else, and I'm glad I know the truth. The truth does hurt though. I really wish people cared about me. I'm just useless in the end though, I guess. I'll die. Be forgotten. And no one will care. That will be the end of that. I really wish people's lives mattered.