There will be no more golden years or happy funny memories, only a hundred tears to shed like blood. OH Crap, I am a failure and loser, no, that is untrue. Sometimes I don't love myself, but I need to have faith in myself. Sometimes I want to be someone else, but I need to have faith in my self. Sometimes I want to die and drift elsewhere, but I need to love my life. Sometimes I get mad at myself, but I need to love myself. I believe in God and congratulate others, but I need to do the same thing for myself. Why do I exist? this question is my life's greatest mystery. All that I know is my life is history, a fairytale story yet to be written and read.