Why? Why are we here? What purpose do we serve on this planet as we corrupt and corrode it throughout the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, I could keep going, but what would be the point? I've felt like this for a very long time now. Always like this, and I know I can't tell anyone, cause all everyone knows me for is making morbid jokes and playing around too much. No one takes anything I say seriously and I know that if I tried to talk about my feelings, it wouldn't be taken seriously. Just like me. It's Christmas, but we celebrated yesterday because my dad has to work today during Christmas and he wanted us all to be together. Ha, he wants us all to be together when he and my mom don't love each other anymore?
Well, uh, I know nobody's ever gonna read this but everything anyone says hurts, no matter how much I try to ignore it or forget it, I always remember every little word that's ever been said about me. And it hurts. My dog Daisy is whining again, I'm gonna go check it out, bye for now I guess.
