Far too often I complained to myself of how sick and tired of people I'm. But I too often forget, they are my strength of pillars. Next to my family, it's my clique. Or should I say, they are placed above my family? Hah. Far too often this year, I've spoke very little of what I felt and I feel like I'm a burden to anyone who listens to my story, and that there could never be a person who would grab a chair and listen to my story. Story? Hah. So true "when words fail, music speaks." No one would ever understand how much I hate myself and how much I hate looking into the mirror. I certainly do not deserve all these good people in my life for, I'm an unappreciative person. I've came to realize that I myself too come and go. Hah so much for blaming others but I've never stepped back to see what I'm doing to them. It hurts to actually see myself smiling. And the desire to die doesn't fade away..