Dear Brandon of 2012 July 7th...

Okay, so, I'm %100 freaking out right now.
I wrote my post about how I had it all, and I was just now reading my MySpace statuses from this time last year. I read ALL of them, and I want to cry.
Wow. Just, wow.
I never thought I'd actually... ever have all that I did, and I can barely remember any of it... It's just... reading those posts.... I WAS a different Brandon.... and I hate that.
I'm always shooting for the future. But right now, I really, want my old life back.
Everyone loved Brandon.
Everyone.
Now I talk to %1 of those people...  and I don't even know what happen...
I'm sitting in my room... eve it's changed.
Moving won't solve anything.
Leaving school, won't either...
I was thinking maybe going back... but then I might be called a liar by teachers... Teachers that turned on me anyway...
I miss... my friends, my love, my room, my hair, my cloths, my everything...
Now I'm nothing...
I feel like shit.
I wan't my hair back for one...
I guess this post has no meaning for you, but it's a way to vent I guess...
Why does a 15 year old need a business anyway...
15... wow.... already?...
I wan't it ALL back.
NOW.
I'm ready to wake up. For real. Someone shake me. If this was a dream... man.... that be great.
I wish I could try fixing all those things I broke.
I did try.
I still try...
I feel worthless now.
Talent... sure...
Who need's talent?

I hope when I read this, next year, my life is much better.
I mean... I can't escape.
I feel I have nothing to live for anymore...
Good luck me...
Stay strong...
Keep hiding the knifes...

-Brann