- It's funny- I was just turning my backpack upside down for paper and found nearly none. Just a pile of notebooks filled and set aside, and what do I have to show for it? JACK SHIT. It's fucking pathetic at this point to still be chasing dreams. All I do is write and I see no improvement. I WISH I WAS DEAD, BUT THAT WOULD ONLY REMIND ME THAT I DON'T DESERVE AND WILL NEVER HAVE A PLACE AT FOREST LAWN! I MAY BE DONE WITH THIS DIARY. | �Repitition of Hatred�Loveless Avenue�Burn Out (and) Fade Away �Plofile�Notes�Host�Archive� |