I want to get away and be alone. Everybody I know loves me more than I love myself. I stay here for my girlfriend.

Sometimes I think about everyone I love dying, leaving me completely alone in this world...and it doesn't always make me feel sad.

I wish she would touch me more than this damn thing. Anything ... hold my hand, a kind touch, a hug. :(

It's been three years in the teaching field. I'm beginning to hate it. All of my students are such wimps. Not an ounce of gumption between them. Always whining.

I don't believe in karma. People do bad things all the time and get off scot-free. Why do people believe in karma?