So, it’s been another year. I’m 18 now and I still have no life.

I’ll just go ahead and say it: I am doomed.

Over the past year, nothing good has happened to me. No more job offers, no friends made, only regret and abandonment.

I keep seeing advertisements on billboards for Rust’s stupid performances. He’s probably forgotten me at this point, which really sucks. I want to hate him now, but I still can’t bring myself to.

How could one say “When I get famous, you’re gonna be famous right there with me,” and then completely abandon me for two freaking years?? His words have been engraved in my memory for the past two years and I hate it.

But, at the same time, he was my childhood friend. We played all the time together when we were younger. I can’t hate the guy who was my best friend for years.

I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m still living off what I can find lying around and hoping that maybe someone will find me. Maybe then I’ll have a chance at a new life, but for now I’m absolutely doomed.

I’m thinking about simply giving up, though. The chances of anyone finding me are slim and the same people pass by me, mocking me and saying things like, “Oh look, it’s the short guy who’s been living in this alley for two years!” “Ahaha, it’s so funny!”

Yeah, it’ll also be so funny when I end their lives. (Writing this in pen was a mistake)

The point is, my life is essentially over at this point and there’s no hope for me anymore.

This will probably be the final entry in this journal. There’s no point writing anymore if there’s nothing to write about, but I can’t help but think to myself: “Have things really gotten this bad?”