when life no longer seems important? When getting hit by a bus seems preferable to living another day. I'm not entertaining thoughts of suicide, but right now life doesn't have a purpose for me. I'm sittin here at college wonderin why I ever came here. I don't know what I want to do with my life. I didn't really know before now either. I just thought that I'd be able to spend time with the people I thought were my friends. So much for that. The lil snitch even told me not to talk to her, like I'd want to. Oh, please. I guess, she doesn't understand that she's not worth my time anymore. It's this situation that makes me wish I didn't care about her still. She hurts me over and over, and I can't hate her. Why do I feel like this when it's obvious that she doesn't care about me? I hate that I can't hate her. Guess I ain't indifferent bout everything that's been going on.