Funny how as of recently my latest posts have been the most depressing I've written. Today, I discovered a lie, deep-rooted again, same problem as before. I get betrayed easily, I give too much of myself. I love how much I hurt by people I love. Guess I'm just vulnerable like that. I hate myself, hate my predicaments. I hate being lied to, and for long periods of time. Goddammit.

Actually, all I really want to do is die.