I often times wonder how many people will miss me when I'm gone. I fear the number will be devastatingly small.

i don't know if i can get through another year alone.

Peoples comments on here make me depressed. I wish people were nicer to eachother. Maybe then we wouldn't be doomed as humans. Give love, learn how.

I'm fed up with it all!! I'm ready to become a beach umbrella vendor and forget this crazy rat race of the corporate world.

Sometimes I feel like you are watching me,I see you in my dreams, Is it really you? I Think of you as my Guardian Angel.