Sometimes shit happens. It happens to people from every background, ethnicity, and sex. It happens to those alone and those surrounded by love. It happens to people who deserve it and those who don't. I read, I watch, and I worry about those around me; even though they never say a word back or forget me. Even if they kill me mentally and destroy much of who I am; I still care. I still push to help them find happiness. I am nothing now. Nothing in terms of others views,I'm not important and I'm easy to forget. What is there in this world? The real question is what Isn't. There Isn't true love, there isn't truth, there isn't true humanity and and there isn't hope. I can tell you who cares. Who watches me, who cares for me, who sees my shrinking and dark light and continues to try to bring it back. They, how few, will actually read this. And they.. well you.. Will know I'm safe. I'm healthy, physically. And I'm not quite gone yet, so I suppose maybe that light of mine will glow like it used to. Or it might just vanish.

I won't be on as much but I will try harder to get back. I just don't feel needed or wanted or cared about here. Or... in this world.