I wanna get better.
Whatever the hell that means.

People treat me like a god

They ignore my existence unless they need something

when people on the internet care about you more than the people in real life

Everything is just exhausting.

Somewhere in there he knew how to love.

You spend your whole life looking for answers because you think the next answer will change something. Maybe make you a little less miserable. You know that when you run out of questions you don't just run out of answers.YOU RUN OUT OF HOPE.

You know how many times I wanted to just give up. How many times I have thought about ending it.

What is this constant feeling of emptiness?

We will always wander around purpose less won't we?
We will always be like the orphan.
Wherever we would go,whichever path we follow,we won't ever find home or be at peace.

“Beneath my consciousness I’m sad. And I write these carelessly written lines not to say this and not to say anything, but to give my distraction something to do.”

You think I can fix myself?
I don't know.