(Not that anyone will really see this, but-) ... I'm going to tell you guys something that I haven't told a lot of people, but I feel like it needs to be said. Living is a lot harder than dying, whatever death is really like. When you have no one to turn to, no one who cares, no one who helps even the slightest bit, its hard. People you called your friends decide that you aren't good enough for them anymore, and leave you to fend for yourself. You're too weird for the rest of society - or thats what you're told - so you sit and talk to that little demon who sits in your head. Yes, I can see them, and yes I talk to them. But they're all I have left. I've been through four homes between 2014-2015, and I still feel that I don't belong. It helps when I have you guys, but you can only do so much. I don't know any of you irl, (or that I know of), and even if I did, I don't think it would really matter. Lucky me to be stuck here with no one but my demons and ghost friends.