~I put the bottle to my head and pulled the trigger~

[haha_you_missed]

Even tho I'm depressed, it doesn't matter.

I can cry, pout, throw things, who cares?

So I was used. Life goes on.

So I was made fun of. Life goes on.

No need in getting upset, or plotting revenge.

We try to hard to succeed, and all we do is fail.

All it does it tick away our lives.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

I am worthless.

When I die I shall be famous among my friends.

Famous for all my accomplishments and failures.

Just for a moment.

Then, the clock is lost, shattered in the clouds.

It doesn't matter. Who cares when you die?

Everything is pointless.