Why must every second of my waking life be a pit despair? The more i struggle to strive its get worse, as though im hated and not wanted by all... the music is back firing and hurting me further... what i told myself i didnt want to happen,happened anyway. Who or what will i find to replace the gaping hole in my heart? Where do i look for it? Or will i colapse in fear and shrivel till i die? I cant let this build up inside of me... i hope youre happy, because youre killing me.