I'm a loner, and often, if not always, forgotten. Depression pretty much consumes my whole existence, as does bi-polar. Not that I'm clinically stated to be either, heaven forbid. Stupid parents.... I'm a self-loathing, typical teenage girl, only looking for answers for unasked questions. [sound familiar? Probably because everyone says it. It's like saying "I'm unique" and so is everyone else. Saying you are doesn't make you any different than anyone.] I'm wandering around life as if stuck in a mystery forest with no way of exiting. Trying to survive is excrutiating by yourself but is the only way I know.

My blog is me, it's my thoughts, it's my actions, it's my feelings that I didn't even know I had; it explains who I am when I don't know how.

If you see something that saddens you, don't worry, it saddens me too. Not like it'll change, but it saddens me as well.

This is life. This is me. And this is the end.