Prologue
With the passing of each day, I fear that I may be losing touch with reality...
I stopped thinking that I'm a good person.
I am kind to others, I try to have compassion, sympathy, forgiveness but I don't think I believe it anymore.
I don't see good people when I look at the world, not even when I look in the mirror.
All I see is selfish desires, ambition without compassion. People give smiles but then turn their back and wonder why the other person exists.
I think I'm getting jaded,maybe.
I don't see the world getting better any time soon but I believe that I should continue to try, but how long I'll be able to believe that is something I'll have to wait and see.
I realized life has no purpose, that I was merely just a waste and a burden to all around me especially my parents. I was the reason they got married and why they stayed together for as long as they did but even that was destined to fail at some point.
My mother isn't a too bad person but I think she would have had a different life if not for me . My father could not care at all of what may happen to me.
My life darkened and reached the point when I just didn't care about anything anymore. I would get myself in trouble just so that I wouldn't have to go home and face mom...
I found comfort in solitude and quietness but even that wouldn't last very long.
I use to get lectured constantly of what I do wrong yet they are ignorant to their own mistakes.
School isn't any better because I am a problem child, I use to be proper student and I use to care about my grades but me doing better or worse didn't gain me anything so I saw no purpose in trying so hard anymore...
The people around me act as if they are my friends but truly they are just bullies,tormentors and sadists that hide their dark pleasure for pain.
I have this life I endure constantly and soon I won't have to endure it any longer...
