I wonder if anyone will ever actually read this. I sit here lonely in my room after a boring day at work. Why do I bother ever coming home, there is no one there to ever great me or even want me to come home. There is nothing but emptyness to greet me once I walk home. People wonder why I go to work so early, why stay home in the oppressive lonelyness that is my greeting upon waking. When I die what will I have to look back upon? Who will actually miss me? All those around me have that special someone to warm their lives, and they cant even see it. That is the part that drives me nuts. I am not an evil person. Or even a bad person. Yes I can be demanding but who isnt? I try so hard to make up for a tainted past and I wonder what is the point. It is always someone else that gets the bonus to life. Oh fuck it.