I came onto night, healed, to be with you all, to rekindle friendships lost, and apreciate your art. But now I feel like screaming, ecause I was wrong, and I don't know what I'm doing again, and I've hurt people so bad, jsut for existing, and so many more for trying to stop existing with them. But this isn't fair, I can't deal with supporting me and you when I can't support myself, I can't fix you , and care for you, when I'm dead inside, I can't. and I don't know who this is directed at and my heads spinning and this is all jsut turning to crap, and it's not meant to be like this and people aren't meant to love eachother after they break up, and a person isn't supposed to be hurt by the idea of another when they have 'gotten over' this person, and a 14 year old boy is not supposed to be responsible for the mental well being of another person, when he is mentally and emotionally screwed. I miss you all, but I don't know who you all are, or who I'm talking to anymore, so I miss how it used to be, either a few months or years ago, or just a few hours ago, I jsut want it that way again.