people always say it will be okay. i don’t think it will. I watch people try and be there for me but eventually they leave. i feel alone. like no one around me truly understands. life has no meaning. i try to create one, to find one, but it is absolute. there is no meaning. i am alone. i want to live but if i die in the end whats the point. i’m reaching the end and the more scared i am the more ready i am. i need something to kill me please. take me away from this desert earth, from this lonely plane of existence. i want to feel something.