It's been a good ride, but I am done. I am tired, constantly, and I have no more energy for anything. I don't have the love for clubs or artwork anymore.

I know who my real friends are because they talk to me. They work with me. They take time out of their day to give a simple hi. Two seconds. It's not hard at all.

I know I have caused problems, and will admit it, but everything has a two-way street. Nobody in life is perfect, and the world is far from it. It sucks, it's hard and it hurts a whole lot. And I get hurt easily. I am not as thick-skinned as I used to be; when I used to not care what others thought. I get discouraged easily. Very easily, in fact.

I wanted to feel like I had a niche in life; to belong. I can't find it. And it's getting worse. And in the end if you can't make yourself happy, nobody is going to make you happy. False flattery, false friendships... I can't do these things.

I know a lot of people could do without me in their lives. So instead of them speaking up, voicing dislike or concerns, I am bowing out. It hurts to realize when you bring about your unwantedness and there is nothing that can change it. Especially when you try too hard to be liked. It's pathetic, and I know I have done it.

I am insecure, selfish, and broken.

But silence has torn me down.

Thank you for the good times, sorry for the bad. It's all I can say because I am done groveling.