one after another

It really comes as no surprises.
But I hate life in general.

Had the great moments, had friends, I guess

Then I made everything worse. I practically ruined everything.

So why blame life, right?

Well, life. Why did you give me the chance to do it in the first place?
Why made me, so that I would hurt others.

Why made me, do you want me, who is going to die anyway. WE ALL DO. You want me to do what? Live?
I want to know why

Why you do all of this.

Why do you care

Why did you allow me into this.

I kinda know there is no omnipotence god out there, cause hell, I can see you trying there big guy, but your power just can’t fix a mess as big as this one.

Hey, I run away a lot. From people, from fights, from the things I should be doing. SO was that the big morale lesson? to stop running?

Then what about now. Am I running from death? Or am I running from life?

Hell, I managed to outrun them both till this day.
I am a screw up, a mess, and a bloody waste of space.

So yea, in the interest of everyone around me. Have me disappear. My mom probably will do better without me. Family would. Some people don’t deserve these sort of things. Love, life, cares, and all of that nonsensical happiness.

I am quite literally hollow inside, and I don’t expect this gap to be filled. Ever.

At this point, i really don’t care.