Thread:Ragna the Bloodedge/@comment-10544474-20140505012028

Last night, all I could do was cry. I know that even though people support me, I'll be this person whose reputation has dragged him down. Life isn't fair. It never is, so why do I try? Do I want sympathy? Do I want to feel loved once more, be it fake? I don't know what I want in this world. Death is okay. If I die, then who would cry? Who would know? No one. Days would go by as usual, and the only memory I would have would be these logs. My story's on hiatus right now, because I have so much other stuff to do, but I one day will start writing on it again, hopefully. Sometimes, I wish I could be the characters that we roleplay as, create. That way, I won't have to face the cold reality. I'm sorry. Nobody likes to hear someone rant, and nobody likes to hear me rant. Right now, I just feel as if...as if I don't belong. I hold onto something that will never come alive, I hold onto something that will remain just a memory. Everything I do now is affected by my emotions, and all I can think of is how messed up I am. Not a day goes by that I feel regret for my actions. All I can do is say I'm sorry, and that's the only thing I can do. I'm sorry my old friends for all the trouble I've caused.

~May 4, 2014. 6:20 PM~PST~ 