Evrything has its end. Relationships, friendships, life. My life, thus far, has been...different. I can't really say how, or even why. I fail at everything. I don't try to make anything any better. Every face I put on is fake. Every smile I give out...fake. a cover-up for the immense sadness that fills every cell of my body. my concsience is filled with so much regret, guilt, anger. I can't even stand to look at myself in a mirror. I'm in a deplorable state of mind...my thoughts they race, all the while my feelings constantly change. everything I feel has an ugly negative tinge to it. Every thought in my head is dark and horrendous. I've never met anyone like me, so dead and monotonous. I do so hope that person doesn't exists.