I wish I knew myself more than you knew me. You could see it right through me, when no one else could. I hated me; everyone did. I regretted everything I did. I don’t like living- not anymore at least.
I used to love life: Couldn’t wait to grow up… Couldn’t wait to shift out… Couldn’t wait to be who I wanted to be. Though, I’m sure we all know what happened next. Reality comes walking through the door with a smile on its face. Imagine Reality dropping a large stack of events that will change your life. Of course, everything in life is cliché and we can’t do anything about it.
I hate life. There’s no reason to live. I don’t get it anymore… Neither do you, I guess…