Just got done reading my friends diary and it brought back memorys. Memorys of what happen the things said the things done. the things i did to people the way i treaded them, the pain i felt. It si horrific. It tears me up in side. the way peole talk about me makes me feel so horrible. It makes me feel so heart less like such a demon. then the way they talk about me it cut burn and just hurts me donw to the core. It horrible. I just dont know what to do anymore i just want to dissapear, some times it seems like the better thing to do. All the people i surrouund my self with, i thougth i knoew them all but latly i found out i dont there not who thought they were. I was on top of the world i had anything and every thing. I had a girl by my side that at the very sound of her name my heart would race.Not in fear but in the fact that i loved her. BUT I FREAKED OUT AND FUCKED IT ALL OVER. ever sence that day i cant sleep right think streight nothing. I just dont know. NObody can tell whats up(ok maby 3 or 4 people)but yea. I dont know Life isnt life anymore. U know what if ure reading this and u know who u are u asked me if i was jealous well ure right i am. i just wanted to show resept towards u but i cant lie anymore i was i am.