What's the point really? I have no meaning in life. People use me. Over and Over and Over again. It seems my feelings are no concern to anyone. I get such evil thoughts in my head. Of Rage. To hurt myself. It's so hard to control my thoughts. I have so many demons, I am fighting. It's so hard to help myself. People continue to use me and hurt me. I have been worthless to so many people. I just wanted to feel important. I just need something to help me. I just want to smile and laugh. I guess I am better off alone. I was never good to anyone or for anyone. It makes me so sad. I am so depressed. I don't want to get out of bed. I feel so sick all of the time. I am so tired of my life. I have got to get out of here for real. I am so tired of waiting on people to love me. I just need to be gone. At this point, I just really don't care where I end up. Or what happens to me.