Am I a living joke?

I don't know anymore...It seems that people don't seem to treat me seriously...I'm am like a misfit everywhere I go...I don't know what am I feeling right now...I feel like I am a living joke...I feel like crying my heart out again...This is the second time I cried for her but it is my first to cry for a friend...

Jack just called me...He consoled me...I feel that he's right...My bestfriend is just like a graffit artist after they did their stuffs they just leave their picture behind...She engraved her name in my heart...Although I told myself to break away from her I just did not totally wash her away from my heart and mind. Now I am though with it...There are bitch and bastards in this society so just ignore them and put on a show afterwards tell them to F off...Hmmm majority probably...Hmm or maybe not...