Vent Book

...is there even a point anymore...?

...i wish i wasnt so afraid of dying...

...then i could finally end it all...

...after all...i dont see a point living anymore...

...theres...nothing to look forward to...

...nothing but pain and sadness and betrayal...

...no one cares if i cry...

...besides, other people have more important problems...

...more important than mine...