I'm always ignored, it's been that way my whole life. Never having anyone to care for me. No one even notices I'm even here. I'm invisible to the whole world. I have barely any friends, I'm not even sure if their true friends..horrible thing to question yes?. I have the most messed up family, no one cares. I have nothing. And I love ever second of it.

What is love? What is caring? What is friendship? what is perfection?  Love is nothing! Caring is nothing!
All that other crap is nothing! For many, it's a dream to be loved and cared for, but for me…It's a nightmare. Hn..i guess it's my own fault that I feel this way. I sound psychotic with the stuff i just said right? Well..maybe I am..I wouldn't doubt it. Atleast I think I'm a Manic Depressive. But, there are a few people wether they be my true friends or not..who prevent me everyday i live, from jumping off a bridge or something. I love those people with all my heart. Their names are: Erin Marie Brennan, Steven (I'm not gonna put his middle name because he'll have a bitch fit) Kane, and Patricia Elena Grullon. They are my best friends. My true best friends..I think. Well, bye for now.