Whoever reads this; I am sorry. I can\'t live a life that I don\'t fit into.
All I ever do is make everyone sad. It\'s better off if a lot of people don\'t get to meet me.
All I will do, is just make them disappointed. No one will love me. Even the ones who are reading this.
All I am in this world is a big disappointment; probully why people don\'t love me.
Everyone can be happy but me. That\'s what it feels like anyways.
It\'s all my fault that people can\'t be free. It\'s my fault the ones that I love die.
Everything is my fault. No one will understand how I feel. I ask myself questions that can never be answered.
I don\'t want to feel like a let down anymore. I don\'t want to feel this pain anymore. It\'s just to much for me to handle.
I barely talk because people don\'t want to hear me.
The only way to get my feelings out is writing. Or listening to music.
I was already dead to this world. No one ever saw me.
I\'m sorry for messing up you lives.
GOODBYE.