Death.
I've always wondered what it would be like to die.. I'm afraid of it, but most willing to accept the offer. Lately things have been too much for me to handle. Dreams of horrific things.. dreams of death. I've given up a lot lately.. I've let my guard down more with Enrique, being as though we hadn't argued in a while. I've allowed myself to get closer to him, more intimate and share things with him. It's just so hard... because every time we argue, I regret it with every bone in my body. Why am I with him? I love him. I think I truly love him. I think that is hurting me even more. No matter what I do, he seems to agree with the other person....everyone in this fucking world is biased. To the fucking max. I wonder what it would be like to die and watch everyone's reaction. I just wish that everyone would appreciate me for who I am. I resent every single person in this world. Every single one. I have yet to find someone who hasn't pissed me off. Someone who would understand me and love me for who I am. I feel unappreciated and I feel that I've been dealt the wrong cards in life.