I'm broken. From the inside out I am a complete failure at life and a disaster in all. I have no reason to think everything is OK with me. It's not. There's something I keep missing when I reevaluate myself. I think sometimes it's my lack of Prozac in my system, and then others I think "Well maybe I've changed." I think alot has been brought about by my sudden decrease in friends that believe in me and the people I'm starting to realize aren't going anywhere. I'm literally maturing past what I have been. I have came to believe it's my environment I surround myself with. It's not healthy in the least bit. I have people who look down on me for it. I don't come from an abussive family or a family that does any kind of drug, no I come from a family who cares about me, but I think I'm too selfish to care back. So I think I've been broken by them. I care about people, but not the ones that should matter. I've found myself crying over stupid things that should not bother me that much. I just think maybe I should stay quiet. Say nothing so that no one knows I'm hurt and confussed. I try to ask God why he put me here. Was I suppose to learn something? Was I suppose to help someone? But whatever I'm suppose to do, I think I failed horribly...