What makes heroes? What makes people happy, who they are? What makes trust and honor and dreams? What makes friends? What keeps me from these things? Is it the feelings I have inside, the inner desire only to die? Can I find solace in a box six feet underground? Someone help me?!!!!!?
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Vamp
Why is it that I cannot trust anyone? I refuse to trust even myself at times. I can’t trust my parents, my friends, or even my girlfriend. Am I really alone, or is it just what I believe, regardless of whether I want to or not? Am I truly so worthless, so lifeless, so useless? I wish I could be someone else. Everyday, just someone else. No one understands my pain. No one could EVER comprehend my pain, my suffering and sorrow. No one…