
Things never are what they seem to be. Today I found out something I should'vn known a long time ago, but I hoped it isint as it came to be. Careing and trusting somebody for this long, and then finding out that they didn't give a shit about it, that really does hurt. But why do I let people in anyway? I suppose that I'm depending on others too much, I need the love of others. But who doesn't? Seems that I'm a softie, shouln't be! But I can't help it, I love to help others and feel what they feel. I think that's why I'm an artist, of some kind, to express my own feelings through my art. I can help everybody else but myself. Today my heavens hung in black..

