Falling, falling falling. That's all I do. Brief Happiness, eternal damnation. I hate myself. I really do. This life is pointless. It really is. What the hell is worth living? Nobody loves me, nobody. Say what you want, and call me melodramatic and overemotional, I don't care, I'm not either of those. I'm just hated, by everyone and everything. I might as well just slit my wrists, down a bottle of Vikadin and die. It seems to be that's what everyone wants. I'm sure people would laugh and rejoice the death of the Jew Faggot. And everyone would just remember me as the dick sucking drug addict who couldn't help himself. Either way dead or alive I'll be miserable. I'm in a living hell, and when I die I'll be in hell. I want this over with.