I thought about commiting suicide. then i thought about if i made it. if i cheated death, then im immature. if i don't then im just another lost soul looking for life again. I'm sick. people make me sick. i hate them all. i understand murderers and people who seem to kill for no reason. this world is sick. i wonder if there is anyone else out there like me. i wonder what i should do next. one moment everything seems okay. eveything seems like its good, and it will always be there. and then, without anything. its like the world ends and you have to sumit to another one, and then that ones okay. and again the circle becomes what it is and everything is never okay. everything is just, a false reality. your never truly happy, you always want more. its uncontrollable and your lying to yourself if you dont think its true. so then whats the answer? just kill youself and let them win? or live and let them beat you, until eventually you submit or commit suicied. i hate you so much, i can acutally say. you did this to me. your to blame. even though, im standing in a mirror. because, i let this happen. i am to blame. so kill me. right?