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Post by Felix Falora on Mar 3, 2008 10:31:42 GMT -5
Preston... A cowardly faggot who goes and fights back, insults people, and when they finally snap... Uses it against them. He did it... He beat me... I said thi already, but now, here at school, I realize exactly what he's done... He's rallied all of my "friends"... and turned them against me. My crush... The one that I liked to be more then friends with... Her friends guard her from me like I'm some atomic bomb waiting to blow while they yell at me, ridicule me, and tear at me like I tore at Preston... Punishment was enough... Being threatened with cops was enough... But this...?
What God overlooks me anyway? He's never helped me. I'm sick and tired now! I've had faith for a long time, but it never helped me! Faith looks to be for the faithless! Hope looks to be for the hopeless! I have had faith and hope... Now, in one day... It's all been ruined... I have lost nearly everything I ever cared about... On a side note, the boy that I had a crush on... I decided to leave him as well because I'm afraid... I'm afraid that my urge to kill Preston will tear us apart anyway... I'm a lost soul... I'm dead to this world now... There really is nothing left for me, is there?
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