I fucking hate life right now. I have no friends. I’m pushing for this enormously huge dream. If I have something to say or feel, no one cares. It’s the same bull shit every day. Work is making me stressed. Everyone is only out for themselves, it’s disgusting. People steal, every day. Verlynn is too far. I’m losing everyone. I miss her, but she has him. She doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. She doesn’t care either. I’m getting fat. I can’t sleep, ever. I have no idea what to do. I’m stuck. There is more hate in me than there is love. God is slipping through my fingers. And now so is she. I can’t handle not having a boyfriend any longer. I can’t believe I just said that. I’m changing. I’m afraid. I cry a lot more than I should. I’m always wondering why life is so terribly hard, and how I can fix it. Lastly, I’m mad at myself for posting this.