Giving up is the beginning of the end. My mom gave up on me and kicked me out. My dad gave up on me and sent me back to mom. Mom gave up on me again and sent me to whoever would take me, and when they gave up, I was on my own. You give up on me, and I only see history repeating itself. It"s the beginning of the end. Why really try when the evidence is stacked against you? I don't know why I try to begin with. It all leads to pain, loneliness and suffering. Why lead myself on that my life could be anything but misery.


Some days are so wrapped up in everything I ever wanted out of life. But when I hear those words...it all comes crashing down. I view all of it as my responsibility. Its my fault. I want you to be better, but there is so little I can do. And what I can do, I fail at. It makes me wonder what the fucking point is anyways. Try and fail, fail to do enough, fail at everything I do. Its never good enough, so maybe I should give up on myself.

Yes. Everyone else does, so why not me?