So, I go out, feel happy really really happy. Have some good fun, then I come home. I crash, I'm miserable, my parents notice and simply don't care enough about me to do ANYTHING. I'm happy to just die, but some people won't be happy if I did. Hell some people would be fucking loving it. There'd be a fucking huge beach party if I did. But no I will not die. But I'm just so sick of feeling like people care, then finding out they don't. I love you, you know that, I love every single one of my friends. But I know some don't even think of me as a friend, hell some even hate me. I don't blame them, I hate myself enough. I'm starting to feel like even writing one of these is just ridiculously pointless. You're all gonna reply saying, "I'm sorry that you're feeling this way." It's all you ever do, I hate generic answers and replies. Please, if you're going to post anything at all, make sure it's worth reading.