too much hope, time wasted.

somewhere that never failed to make me happy simply from it's own being has slowely but surely lost it's vital vibe that i needed to have hope, my place to escape.

i'm still finding it hard to believe that last night i walked through the city balling my eyes out and not one person turned a head, and when i layed there in the dark smoking my last cigarettes, a twenty one year old stranger approached me asking why i was upset then started harrasing me, judging me and discriminating me for being seventeen, trying to tell me who the fuck i am, a complete stranger, what a fucked up place.

i get too much hope, too much nerve and faith in people and things that used to always make me happy, constantly getting dissapointed, and for what?