The meaning of life, what a puzzling question. Every answer is different, there is no wrong answer there. I wish someone could help me understand why some of us have to be tormented by what we cannot have then have what we own or what sins we've committed thrown back in our faces, this life isn't worth that much. None know the pain I suffer, this hole in my heart will not heal. No way, no how. And I don't care who I hurt anymore, I'm done being abused this way. There's no reason for it...
No one could possibly take her seriously, not after what she's done. All the lies she told, the secrets she hid to protect her loved ones. None of it mattered anymore, not today. Nione Skylar Burrell, her own name, no one else's. She smiled for the first time in seventeen years last night, now she's in a better place. She said to me to never give up, to keep trying for her. Nione was my child, my only daughter. She gave up on life, wasted away to nothing. She was all I had, now I'm nothing...
--August 26th, 1998 Taken From Her Diaries of a Harder Time
Wow... This made me cry! ^ that's pretty good!