My story starts here. I constantly felt horrible about myself, because of others. I had a fantasy in my head but, the real world didn't approve. So now I'm here, trying to be happy and confident. I smile so hard for others, but I've never smiled for myself. My main dream in life is to be a psychopath, so I can't feel pain, so I can't be hurt by these people anymore. It's scary really to think it. I go to funerals where people have entered death, wishing it was me down there. I've sometimes thought about killing myself because my life has no point anymore, but it's never the right time. My endangered species are the people that don't believe in hope, or happiness, or good. I never feel happy, but everyone thinks I'm the happiest person you could ever meet. I just don't want people to know, I don't need that in my life.
I'm out.
