My life story. Let me know if I can help you.

Hell is a once in lifetime thing for some people, but for me it’s every day. For me there is no happy place, there is no happy ending. People act like they know me, but in reality they don’t know half of it. There is no perfect girl, there is no real friends, there IS NO PEACE. Love, like true happiness, is just a myth. When people ask me about college, all I can honestly think is I’ll be lucky to be alive then. Suicide is NOT an option…. but neither is life like this. I can’t STAY good I can try as hard as I can but it is to no prevail. Violence won’t solve my problems…. but neither will staying still. Live life to the fullest, what life?? Deal with IT they say, but in retrospect they don’t know what IT is!! I play the villain to my OWN story. The hero? He died when I was 7…. and no I can’t say it was painless. It was like cancer, it slowly ate away at “him”until there was no “him” left. My life is like a sad song on loop. It doesn’t get better. It doesn’t get worse. It stays like crap. My brain stings when I think about it. True love is not for everyone. Some get cheated on, some get stabbed in the back. I have the worse one of all. None. They say no pain no gain, well I sure as hell have pain, so where’s my gain!! Oh that’s right there is none. Gain for me doesn’t exist. It’s like love, a myth.