No matter how many people I hang out with, no matter how much memories they give me, at the end of the day I still return to my room and realize how empty my life is. No matter how many people I know and am acquainted with,no matter how many friends I have, I am still alone.
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im just the same, ive always thought of them as just people i know not true friends
but in retrospect thats not entirely a bad thing. if your not close they wont destroy you whhen they stab you in the back keep your friends close and your enemies closer
I am just the same. One person made me feel, but like I.am.deAd said, they stab you in the back sometimes. I want someone who I can rely on, and makes me feel again. Not likely, but worth hoping for before I go through with my plan.
And so the darkness doth set in my soul,
As I realize that I am not alone but still
I am as alone as I can be.
Alone in this empty world.
With jokes, and people, and laughter.
So full.
So complete.
And yet I feel so empty.
And empty with others.
The contradictions are ripping me apart.
Every day.
Every hour.
Every minute.
Ever second.
Every microsecond.
I am just the same. Hah.
What a stupid thing to say.
I am just the same.
You’re not.
But you are.
So why, oh world, oh why do you not let me live.
Why do you condemn me to this lifeless prison?
Of contradictions. Constant, consistent contradictions.
And so I go back, having learned nothing, having felt nothing.
And so, I leave.