You know, I'm sort of use to being alone. It's a cold comfort despite being depressing but regardless, I feel like there's so much drama in my life and that's happening to everyone I care about, I feel like I'm slowly morphing into a faliure, the world is shit and there's nothing I can do about it, I'm alone in the world and there's little to no relatable people that wants anything to do with me... it just makes me want to say, "Fuck it. Fuck everyone. I'm gone. Good day." I'm not talking about killing myself, I don't feel like I need to do that. I'm not talking about murdering everyone I fucking see because they piss me off, no. I'm talking about being truly alone. Being in a place where I am myself and I am with my own thoughts. There is no one else like me out there so fuck everyone, I don't want to trouble or bother anyone else and I don't want them to bother me so just leave me the fuck alone. I don't need to be a part of this bullshit planet/community/society/race anymore.
I don't think I could survive that long though, alone. The last tid bits of euphoria I still get is from my friends.... It's a suicidal dream you could say. The extremist part of me. But it's a part of me that still dreams nonetheless. Something that is rare in me nowadays.
What about you? Do you still have dreams? Comment and tell me (You don't have to say what it is). It would be nice and it's nice to see some people still have optimism/have a goal/ still have a hope/still have a dream in this world.
Remember to smile too!
Nob
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