Heh, i had a great run… I held on for 12 years, seen scary shit and people break down. I never knew id be one of those. Ive used all my life to make people happy… Just so i could see them smile when there life is brightened. Ive met great people seen them come in and out of my life. I even made enemys along the way. I guess i should be thankful to everyone thats been in my life and to the people who know me truly, thanks for putting up with my shit. Ive forgiven and forgot. Ive also found some love along the way, but nothing is forever. Neither time, plan, and lives. To the people that have stayed with me along the way. Two of you. One life i saved and loved. This isnt your fault. I mean it, it isnt. And the other. Your accent, heh, the fun we had for the past 2 years. I even had a bit of a crush on you for a bit. This is gonna be my last post for a while. Theres only 1 thing that can decide my fate… Whether i live or die. And that’ll be my own knife… I smile as i type this because of thr memorys but at the same time i cry. I guess this is goodbye…