Here I am once more.... stuck between a rock & a very fucking hard here... as every time I try to hang with friends or anyone... & my truck fall to part.. as if it is telling me something. But it is just pissed me off.

The truck was a thing that I was going to rebuild it.. I almost was done.. but again it breaks on me... I tired of always sitting in the side of the road.. as everyone never stops to help anymore... for I understand, but sometime there is a person in need... But in the world now.... as to the past... everyone cares about themselves.

I parents were always told me to help everyone in need... but I been help, but what do you do if no one helps you?
What now? I sometimes feeling like...... Well I not know.....

I just wish I was never cursed with always broken something. everyone see me always falling apart as I cry, kicking my truck...

I always feel like calling my family... but what are they going to say as they are just going to say that there is nothing they could do.... as they are never around....I just want someone to be there thought thick & thin.... but I am living in a dream... as I see someone there for me... every night, as I closes my eyes.