To Put it simply, not that anyone reads what I write anyways.... Or cares..... Im wondering if there is any reason to live. I am not particularly useful, I have no friends.... I HAD friends, But now they are all gone, there's nothing left but regret and remorse and self hatred. If they are reading this... I guess Im sorry, I guess, I dont know if there is anything of the person I was left alive. ....I guess the only thing to live for is the sweet release of death, where I never will have to deal with the pain of not being enough, Where I wont have to deal with the pain of everything being my fault. I dont know if there was any merit to my existance, The saddest thing is my Name is meant to be one of Heroes, Of great and wise kings, yet here I stand... Alone, Unremembered or Despised. The only thing that remains of the hopeful man that was, is the memory of a dream, A dream of a united and peaceful mankind outstretching their hands to the stars in exploration. Yet that dream will