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I have over a hundred friends and yet I feel so alone. It's just so hard to hear of so many finding what they need in life and yet I'm finding nothing but sorrow and pain. Things are not getting any better for me as I barely hold myself to this world and it's requirements.



I still see the darkness that lays ahead for me and my own dire situation with my heart and my health and yet it's for the best that I'm alone, even though I wish I wasn't. Why really wants to be alone all thier life, forced to it not taking upon it willingly ... but it does not matter, it won't be long left that I have. I am tempted to try and change the future but I can not forsee a way of doing so that will not affect others so it is best if I just let nature take it's corse.



Here is to pain, here is to weakness, here is to things that i take on so others do not. Suffer, but suffer silently ... with only these words as proof of my existance, what good they do.