I am well and truly alone now. For real, in this world, that's all that's left is myself. A kind word is a rare treasure, a genuine smile is but a legend and concern is a definite myth.

No one seems to care anyone. I don't have anyone at all, its just me against the world. And obviously the world is trouncing me. You really can't trust in anyone; even those who love you will give you up for selfish reasons. At the end of the day, I have to be lucky to just alive.

I guess I'm officially an adult now.