Im lost in a sea of people. No body really wants me around, so why even be here. before the weekend of June 25, i knew everything about my life. i knew what was happening, i had someone who cared, and after that weekend my whole life changed. I have no body to care about me, or what i do. No body is here to see the tears i cry every night as i sit alone in my room, i wake up next to nothing every morning. I dont have anything! why live, why even be here anymore? Im a waste of space