hmmm... I want to say something but I don't know what. I hate that I belong to this world. It doesn't want me and I don't want it but I'm forced to live in it. I don't know who i am. I don't know why I'm here. I don't even know why I get depressed anymore. I've been feeling good for awhile and just like that, I'm here again. I think.... nevermind. Everyone hates me. I'm just the clown, good for a few cheap laughs, or the whore good for a few cheap screws. I'm nothing. Sometimes I think all I want is just to live my life. then sometimes I don't want to live at all. maybe it's time. I don't know.