You know that feeling of being completely alone? Of feeling that you have nobody else in this world except yourself? That’s how I feel right now.
Because, I don’t know why and how, but I got stabbed in the back by my three best friends, and probably only friends in this world.

And that sucks. And now I feel that the only things I have is a website where I can talk to and a British flag on my bed that I can be proud of. I don’t have any thing else left.

Maybe I need a fresh start. Maybe that’s just what I need. Maybe I need to go to the UK, get a cool house in the countryside and grow a belly-beer. Maybe I’ll end up dying tonight.

Because I know that everything I had to take from here it’s taken and everything I wanted it’s given to me or someone else. 

And it sucks. And to have no friends sucks. The only thing coo about this is that I know that I have a British flag waiting for me in my bed.