I’m scattered. I’m smothered, i’m lonely. I don’t know who the fuck I am. But i’m not like them. You deserve to feel bad about yourself. I’d never look back. I want to do. I want to be. I want to love you, but I have no reason to love you. I want friends but I hate friends. Sometimes I feel like i’m the only one who isn’t afraid to tell the truth. Sometimes I feel like i’m the only one who can handle the truth.

You’re all fucking asleep. 

I’m back, and i’m angry.