ive come to a conclusion, my life fucking sucks, not because anything bad is happening, its because i cant get anything good to happen. im tired of the bullshit... all of it, wether it be friends or family or love. something starts to turn good and it is riped away, reminds me of a fucking mouse running in one of those wheels trying to get a piece of food, no matter how fast it runs it cant quit reach the food and after a while it either starves or it ran so much that its heart bursts, in the end it still dies, a pointless race with no end in sight running and running and running. and yet i run and i dont know why. ive gotten to where i cant even cry because i cant find the energy because i used it running.......