Good people always seem to lose. It seems that us good folks seem to suffer more and more and more. I wish I could be a hermit, people just keep on throwing arrows at me. First my family and then the others, no matter how kind I am the arrows seem to be so hard and hurt more and more. I litterally can't even look at myself in the mirror cause I hate me so much, I hate living. I belong no where on this earth. I just can't take this pain, it is so deep.