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Author's Note: I feel really bad for Matt Hardy. I really love him and I just hope he's okay, seeing the mess that is his life and wrestling life are right now. I know, it's sad, but I hope it's really good, as well, lol. Enjoy!

Compared to friends and family, Matt Hardy felt as if his life was a disappointment, as if everyone around him was achieving their dreams while he sat in the dust, held back because of his problems and his lack of drive. For his entire career, he was the one who worked the hardest, made sure he showed up, worked his ass off, and still was stuck in the middle card.

Meanwhile, in a smaller world of TNA, Jeff Hardy was in the finals for a heavyweight championship. Even Shannon Moore, usually known as a boring jobber had a slightly successful tag team with Jesse Neal. All around him, people talked of success. He felt as if his entire life was collapsing in front of him.

WWE was furious with him, said if he didn't get his act together, they'd release him. He didn't actually believe them at first; they would be crazy to fire one of their biggest stars, at least from a fan's favorite. His merchandise sold more than some of the main eventers. Still, they continued to make him job. Maybe they weren't kidding and some of the superstars took notice. People who considered his friends at one time started talking about him, saying all far he'd fallen. He saw looks of divas who once partied with him, now shying away, thinking he was nothing but trouble.

Annoyed one day, he decided to "no show" an event, to really see what WWE would say to him. In the matter of days, websites were reporting about him, saying he was closed to being fired.

He just wanted someone to believe in him, other than his devoted fans. Sure, they were great, but he needed more. He wanted someone backstage to come up to him and say he was still the star he was when he was rehired for the company, to say he'd finally be given his shot. Instead, they said he was a shell of his former self, needed to lose weight, and if he "no showed" another event, he'd be fired.

When he first built the house he called his own, he loved it. It was absolutely huge, stunning, and what he always wanted. Now, it seemed too big as he sat in it, sent home from the WWE Smackdown tapings. He was angry, he was hurt. He still wanted someone to call him and remind him what he loved about the wrestling business. It just seemed cold and unforgiving now.

He gave his entire life to the WWE. He sacrificed a family, someone to love him, a normal life. Instead, days and weeks were spent on a road with a so called family that no longer cared for him. Internet reports were saying superstars were furious with him and this time, he didn't doubt the reports.

What happened, what happened to Matt Hardy?

He always said he wouldn't die, but he felt a little dead inside. He ached for a chance, he ached for the success that everyone had around him.

Would anyone listen, could anyone see that somewhere in the mess that Matt Hardy had become was a man who just wanted someone to remind him why he entered the business?

He just wanted to be a star. It was all he ever wanted. And as he sat in his house that night, he realized he'd probably never make it there. It nearly made him feel like dying, made him feel as if his entire life was a waste.

Looking online, more people were leaving messages on twitter. Some were always nice, but a few called him pathetic, a loser, give up and just go home. Normally, people like that didn't bother him, but today, he knew they were right. He didn't even have a reason to keep trying, his dreams, so long gone, were crushed.

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