There is nothing, absolutely nothing left for me. Life has lost its meaning. I just want it to end. The guy I'm in love with is the only reason I've lasted this long. But he's talking to me less and less. I mean very little to him. I just want peace. But that's never going to happen until I die. I... have nothing left. Nothing is right anymore. I don't know how much longer I can pretend like this. I put on a happy face for everyone around me, but it's cracking and no one sees it. I'm dying inside and soon my outside is going reflect that. I just want to talk to someone who isn't going to tell me that I'm over reacting or that I'm being dramatic. And it's not going to happen. No one cares about me like that. I have nothing left to live for so what's the point?