I hate my life. I hate everything about it. The people, the places, the memories; but surprisingly I don't want to die. I want to live, be free, love if that's even possible. Except my whole life has been filled with nothing but destruction and sadness. How do I make a future out of that? I don't know, and truth is, I probably won't ever. But the least I can do is continue to live and hope until the day my breath is taken from me.