i've never felt so fuckin alone in my life. i've never felt so abandoned. i have no where to turn, no where i want to turn to, i just want to die, in my bed, with thousands of pillows surrounding me. is that weird? i don't really care because i'm weird, and i don't really mind. i'll never find true happiness, nor will it ever find me. i was born to be miserable, but to be thankful at the same time for actually having the opportunity to be miserable. does that make sense? probably not, my brain is about to explode, my heart has already pounded through my chest. i'm lost, i have no map, i have no compass, i have nothing but this emptiness inside my body. there's nothing there, and there's nothing that can possibly fill that void. i've come to terms with it, i mean, what can i do anyway? and even if i could, i'm not gonna do a damn thing because i'm not worth it, and it's not worth my time. i'm broken and that's all there is to it..