I give it a week. My only light left is dwindling... how lame. -.- Friends turn their backs on you. People you love, can't stand the sight of you face. You're family only thinks of themselves and if you help they will wring you dry. -.- I am gone... mentally gone, what's the point of this. "oh your a great person, you'll move on someday" Two have told me this... one I hate... the other I think should really meet me. -sigh- What's the point of moving on in this world... so I can get torn to pieces again lol. I have truly given it my all. Actually got somewhere with it... but go figure, it was temporary... and I still couldn't stop those voices... of hate... I hate it....