Somedays I lay alone in my room and stare at the ceiling lost in my own thoughts. How easy would life would be if I was never Hated by Janna or some other girls. What if i just didn´t f*** it up that one time. Now I awake every morning in a state of crippling depression and force a smile on my face to please others. Is this reality? Is this how life is now? So many questions and so little answers. Do i want to die or is staying alive the best option? I dont know anymore.