I ask my self sometimes, who am i and why. I really don't know the answer to that, but there are somedays i wish i knew. I have trouble seeing the truth. in that the truth is what i make it to be. now i am lost in my own world, created by my hate and fear of my father, my mother, my whole familiy, and my self. i look to the sky and reach for the heavens in hope that someday i will find my trurh. my fate. my destiny. i wish that somedays i wasn't here, i wish that somedays, there was someone to care, but in return, i have no clue as to what i want in my life, love, hate, hope, fear. I think that i need all of these, but i seem to have none.
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I ask myself things like that to. At night when I\'m laying on top of mine or someone alses rooftop looking up at the dark sky I ask myself \"Why me? Who only me? But then again It\'s better that it\'s me then someoe ales.\" I hate the world I live in. Everyone is so cruel, Humans are the most dangerus creaters in this world cause you never know what they\'ll end up doing in the end. I can\'t truts or tell those around me about my problems cause I\'m scared that I\'ll end up hurting them in the end or they\'ll hurt me.