I really never thought that my life could sink any lower than it already has.

I fell in love with someone, and I told them how I felt, and it didn't amount to anything, and it really put me in a place I've never been before. I actually called my mom and dad and basically told them goodbye, because I was actually going to kill myself. But I am here, surprise surprise. I had been in love with this person for nearly a year. And after all this time, and after all that has happened, and after all that I have done for him, it didn't make one bit of a difference. He was "the one" too, and I'm still certain of it.

So, all of you who watch my upcoming projects and stuff (which is a rather small audience), I'm not going to be working on anything anymore. There's no desire to. There's no reason to. It's pointless and a waste of time. Just like making friends, or falling in love. It's pointless. All you do is get hurt in the end.