That’s great. Fuck this. Whatever. I’m fucking lame.
I just let everyday pass me by without meaning. Everyday should mean something to me. It should impact me in one way or another, but it doesn’t. I don’t feel like I’m alive. But still I just breathe in and out while they days are gone. I’m going to be left sitting here. Where did the days go? Where are the memories? But there are none. Because I’ve just let the days pass me by without meaning.
My own misery is taunting me.
The air stings my lungs, I can barely see.
Wicked eyes surrounding me, the trees are watching silently.
I could try to run but baby what’s the point?
I will be your voice. We, the few who are alone in crowded rooms.
Tonight? So. Fucking. Terrible.
I’m so fucking pissed. Everything is shit. Nothing is going right. Why the fuck did things have to start regressing? Things were improving. I was feeling content. Now, I’m fucking tired of everything and everyone. My “friends” suck. Girls are fucking with my head/emotions. Family’s constantly bitching. I’m lonely. Angry. Depressed. Tired. Stressed. I just wish I had someone to talk to and hang out with. Just one would be enough. But no. All of my “real” friends are busy busy. I don’t blame them. They’re happy. They have every right to be enjoying themselves. But I’m still alone. And I wish we could stop fighting. I just want you to feel better. But I can’t even help you. I hate my life. Fuck all of this. Fuck all of you. But mostly, fuck me.