I hate it all, every moment of every day of every week or every moth or every year of every decade and so on. Nothing ever happens right with me, Im like a bad lucky charm. It hurts, Alot, All the things I have been threw and NOW! i am alone. Suicide is just out of my reach and i wish i could grasp it, there are too many problems in this world for me to handle. I just want to end it all, and no one can help me. Farwell to no one, because thats who cares.