You know, it’s actually kind of funny. Once again, I’ve been reminded to consequences of actually letting people in and caring for them. The only thing that can come from that is pain. Everyone I try to get close to, even these so-called “friends” go out of their way to hurt me. I really thought I actually made some friends this time, too. Finally, I had two people in my life I could talk to. I tried to be a good friend. I did my best to do everything I believe a friend should do. Is it me? Or is it people in this world are just so horrible there’s no hope left? Now, once again, I am alone. So, I will go and sit in my empty place and listen to the sounds of silence. I hate this world. I hate everything and everyone in it. Mankind needs to be wiped off this world, for man is nothing more than a plague to the planet. And I know I cannot make that happen. Then again, maybe it’s not them which needs to be taken out of this world. Maybe it’s me. I’ve heard time and time again, when you know something has to be done, it is your obligation to ensure it gets done. Maybe it’s time for me to do something about it. Stop living in the silence and become part of it. It’s not me who doesn’t need this world. It’s this world that doesn’t need me. Let’s look at the facts…my sister would be greatly upset if I were no longer around; however, she does have a good support circle now to help her get through it. And, I think, there may be one or two people out there who may actually be upset about it. But, I know I they will quickly move past it. I have no one close enough to be greatly affected by my loss. And I wonder if I would even be missed. Hell, my sister, who is the closest person to me, only talks to me when she wants money. There is no one else. No parents, no friends…nothing. What kind of life is this? Normally, you would hear some sort of apology or even some expression of love, but I have neither. I am not sorry. For I can no longer take this pain and sorrow, so why should I be sorry for ending it. And there is no expression of love. Why should I give my love to those who care not for me? I have my reasons. There is no need to go through my fucked up life and give you all the details. But they are there, and they are many. But I needed to leave this behind. If only to prove a point; and my point is simple: there is no point. And, as for last words…I’ll see so many of you in hell.