My life is a black hole. An endless drift to nowhere. My problems are the broken oars floating beside my ship of broken dreams. The people that surround me are as if lost souls floating on the river of despare. It seems I am the cause of their pain and agony. The world seems better off when I am out of the picture. The people I thought i could trust are nothing but divas who have to have the next best thing when it comes out of production. It has come to my attention that even family and BEST friends are not trustworthy. The only person i need in my life is me and noone else. MY LIFE IS A LIVING HELL!!! I hate myself and who I have become ove
