Love is an emotion by itself. However when you’re in love it brings so many more emotions to you. You care for that person, you adore everything they do, you respect them and honor them, and they bring you so much joy. You miss them, you hate them, you wish you never met them, and they bring you so much pain. It can be great. It can be awful. Regardless we all want it.
You ugly cunt lickin dike fat ass hog cunt
What’s the point?
What’s the point of living? What’s the point of trying? Whats the point of being strong? I find no hope or curness for this fucked up sickness I have. I find no hope for me at all. I’m a disappointment to humanity. I’m a disappointment to all that surrounds me. Why do I keep holding on? When theres nothing there? All that’s there is little broken pieces of a shattered fucked up heart. A heart that’s been stomped on, shot at, thrown around, and been taken as a punching bag. I’m so sick of everything. Day after day, night after night, I lay and wonder; why the hell am I here? What’s my purpose? Why don’t I just end everything? I can’t find one good answer. Only answer I can come up with is this: D E A T H. nobody would care. Nobody would.notice. nobody would shed any tears, nobody would have to worry anymore. I’d just be one more statistic to the suicide population. I walk down the halls every day and look around and wonder, why can’t I be happy like this and that person? Why can’t I be thin, beautiful, stunning? Why can’t I fit the perfect image everybody has for girls? I don’t understand why I have to be.such a piece of shit. I don’t.understand why I’m still here. I should’ve been gone a long time ago. It’s like I’m standing on top of the eiffle tour, looking down and deciding to listen to what my heads whispering to me screaming ‘JUMP!’.
