The world around me is starting to hate me for who I am and what I've become. Why am I like this? What do they want from me? Is it my mistake aching for love? Is it my mistake to be born this way? Should I kill myself? Is it that they want from me?

If that is what they wish for, then I'm happy to do that. It is better to die than living unwanted!

I wonder, would anyone miss me if I ever did that and all I can do is laugh for being silly. My brain says, "Huh, you don't deserve that. You already know no one'd come for your rescue."

When I think of those things, a quote flashes through my mind from the movie Diana: "I always dream like I'm falling down in an empty space, and I wonder if anyone could catch me!"