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Tuesday, April 20, 2010 // 10:12 PM

I'm really hopelessly hopeless. I don't know what I'm doing. Giving up now seems a wise choice, even though it's wrong. I don't know what else to do now. I'm sick of it. I'm tired of everything. There's nothing pushing me forward, not anymore. The end is near, anyway. I keep thinking, what if it doesn't happen. What will life be to me?

False hope. It all is. It's hard to force yourself to believe that it is. It's hard. I need to believe in it, but I don't want to. I'm tired of being all alone. I'm tired of pushing myself forward when there's nothing in front. The hole in my heart just grows bigger every single day. It rips me apart to see him. Tear my heart into two, shattering it into tiny pieces. I'm going through that every single day. Nobody knows, nobody cares. Maybe it's time to let go of everything, and really give up.