I just wish some people would cry, when I die. The way I have been living for about a year now, I don't think anyone would even notice when I am gone. My best friends have left me, my family has shunned me, and you know what happened to my love. I'm all alone. No one cares for me. No one loves me anymore. I am not blaming anyone. It has been consequence of my own decisions. I don't regret my decisions, not yet atleast. May be I will, when I'm 64.