I Like the Dark

I suck at life...officially.

Evidentally, I'm not good enough for any boy in general. Ha. I was naive to think otherwise.

And I realized I don't know what to do with my life anymore. Like, I can't be a writer. Because I suck at it. I think I might actually drop out of school, become a hippie/gypsy person, loving peace and flowers, all to find my purpose. I think that sounds great. No one else believes me. They just don't understand.

So yeah....forget me being happy. Maybe I'll be unhappy for so long that I'll forget what it's like to be happy, therefore I will start to think that being unhappy is in itself, happiness. (Did that make sense to anyone? It did to me..)