Is there really any point in living. Okay, yeah, I know I am starting this out REALLY crappy, but I have to say it, is there? I mean, yeah there is LOADS to live for, probably more than I can image for some,: Parents, future/present lovers, future/present kids, dream jobs, being able to make your own rules( which doesn't happen very often, for me anyway) But, I feel like I wan tthat SO much, but I...

I love him. It's not a choice or a decision. It's just there. He is so perfect. There is nothing wrong with him and no way to look around it. He doesn't see me though. He looks at me and just sees what he wants to see. That's not me. Everyone says he loves me but when he is asked, no. He hates me.I wish life could and would turn around. Then he would see and know. If he knew, I wonder what he...

It's like a fog. It's thick and unclear. There is no entrance visible, no exit visible. You can't breathe. The fog is holding you back, like you will never see hapiness again. It makes you feel trapped. You need out. Now. Then you burst down into tears. Now everyone looks at you like a cast away. They don't understand. Just because you show emotion and are not cool you are now in-human. Why can't...