It's not a good thing, but I'm happier this way.

I'm all alone again.

Y'know when you meet a certain someone/group of people, and they challenge everything you've ever known. They make you feel like can do anything, and it's as if nothing can go wrong.

And everything ends up going wrong.

I'm slowly becoming who I used to be. I don't tell anyone anything anymore, and frankly at times I really hate the people I surround myself with.

And then there's him. Oh lord. He's given up on me, and he's let me go. Yet he gets mad when I try and do the same. Of course, it's going to be hard. My heart aches more than ever, but I'm tired of trying.

I can't win. No matter how hard I try, I can't win. So I'm giving up.

So what if I still cut. It's not like anyone's ever cared enough to stay long. It's sad because at one point I did have someone, quite a few people, actually.

And now I have no one. I've lost everything.

This is why I started writing. This is why I let myself get so sucked into whatever fandom I find myself in. It's so much easier thinking of imaginary situations rather than real life.