Here's the sick, twisted thing: part of me thinks i deserve this. That maybe if i wasn't such an asshole, issac would have been real. If i wasn't such a lame excuse for a person, something right might happen to me. It's not fair, because i didn't ask for dad to leave, and i didn't ask to be depressed, and i didn't ask for us to have no money, and i didn't ask to want to fuck boys, and i didn't ask to be so stupid, and i didn't ask to have no real friends, and i didn't ask to have half the shit that comes out of my mouth come out of my mouth. All i wanted was one fucking break, one idiotic good thing, that was clearly too much to ask for, too much to want.