Distress Call

I wanted to die the other way; Not knowng about this ugliness.

It's like I'm in denial that this is actually lost. Yet I wake up to evidence every day just like I have for the last year... It's like I still think help will arrive or something. Help isn't ever coming.

The upshot is 1) The only thing I care about is something almost no-one else in interested in, and 2) though I do occasionally find others on the various social networking sites, they always talk to me once and only once and then myseriously disappear. 3) At the end of the day, it doesn't matter "why" it plays out this way (though the actual reason is likely sinister) cause I'm dead either way.

Thanks for your reply. I'm in an ugly situation. I guess there's not left of me. It's been a year. I giess there's not much left of me.