My life seems to be like a driving through a derelict neighbourhood. Bad memories left, right and centre. Stupid things I've done littered throughout like rusting car wrecks on lawns. I wish I could restart it all, but I know that isn't possible. If only.

Starting over would be nice. Forget my past, forget all the totally stupid shit I've done, become who I want to be, not this fucking loser that I am, I wish to be someone else.

Time to move. Far away. Oh so far away...

I wonder if it for the best. I mean, dropping everything I have here and escaping. I hope it works out, because I don't think I can take much more of this shit. It's becoming unbearable. I almost ended it once, and I've been tempted to try again.

I don't see why people choose to use me. To fuck with me. Why am I chosen over the others? Am I an easy target?

I'm sure, after all this time, I deserve some positive karma back. I try so hard to be good to others, to support others, to be kind to the environment. And all I've gotten in return is SHIT.

All I need is something to go right for me. Just one. One main thing I believe is missing in my life. Love.