They ask me the thing that derives me to wake up and expect an answer from me. I am forced by unknown force to leave my dream and my unconsciousness,literally nothing comes to my mind while I hear that question. I can't not wake up. I am forced.

*MAD IMPULSE TO SMASH SOMETHING .........OR MYSELF*

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.

All I ever wanted was to feel at home,to feel content on the presence of the people I love most in this world,people I have returned from death cliff for and you,you took that from me.

And I will always hate you for that.

I don't want you to touch me or hug me.

I don't want the anger to take over me.

I wanna hide in this hatred my entire life.

I am destined to be in this darkness. There is no light for souls like me. We have to let ourselves believe that.

We cannot always live in this lie.

We can't let it fool us.