That everything I do just sucks...

That its impossible to talk to someone....

That whatever you do comes back at you...

That being nice means that your still being an ass....

Trying to clear things up means that you want the pain to continue...

Saving someones life means that your life is doomed...

Being someone proud means that life someday it may fall on you....

Making an idea that backfires on you like a shooting range...

Talking to someone yet they never talk back to you...

You exist yet everyone thinks your extinct....

Having a friend, and somehow don't rememeber having that friend....

The false of the false is the truth of a hidden lie...

You live your own hell...

You have found love yet you are still lost...

You have something yet your scared it may fall...

Your strong willed yet your mortally wounded inside....

You can't cry yet you have tears....

You are in a locked room, and everyone hears you, but won't open the door...

You wait, you wait, YOU FUCKING WAIT FOREVA!!!! but nobody comes back to you...

Everything i touch turns to ashes...

Tell me everyone

out of all of these which one is true to you?

Pick a sentence that tells you what you realize

Also: Copy this journal, and tell everyone about.

(I added my own in here, that currently fits)