Okay, most of my stories are always have a tragic ending where one always die. Or where one commits suicide. To tell you the truth, I never wanted to write tragic strories because just like you people, I am not a fan of sad endings. Well, until I woke up from the harsh truth. Everybody will die, there's no happy ending. There will always be people who are only waiting for their time. Or if they really couldn't wait anymore, they kill their selves. Actually, as some of you know, I'm one of those people who wants to die. I don't write tragic stories because I want to. I write them to distract myself in actually executing it. As much as I want to die...I can't do it. As much as they tell me that I'm a burden, that I'm good-for-nothing. I can't leave them. As much as I hate them...I can't. Ahh...I'm such a coward. Dammit. I lost my will to live. I forgot why I am living. I forgot what I want to do. I forgot what my dream is. Everytime, they ask me of who I want to be in the future. Nothing. I have no future. It's just the start of 2016, they already told me what I am to them. A burden. 

Forgive me if you have to read this but this the only place I could tell my problems now. I can't tell my family, they will only think that I'm just too emotional. that I just don't want to go back to school, that I'm only making up excuses. Friends? I can't tell them. They just think of me as a waste of time. They don't really care. Nobody did ever care.