We’re all just toys that are being played with by the elite.
Not only saying this because of corona.
I’m still pretending to fit into this world. I’ll never really fit in. I know i just have to be fake. Oh well.
I don’t really feel like doing anything anymore. But sometimes i do feel like it. I’m not scared of death. I feel suicidal on and off as usual. But i most likely won’t be attempting in any kind of way in the future. An accident would be the best way for me. But i still have some things I sadly need to deal with anyway.
I don’t see the point of life. I don’t see the point in making a point. I just want my ex around physically, just to snuggle. And maybe do more things. It’s sad and pathetic that he was the only thing that made me happy. I don’t know what will happen in the future… maybe i could eventually see him again.
I want to be more productive but i can’t really be bothered. I don’t know why i was even born.
I am moving home soon and that doesn’t excite me either. I wish it did. Yay, new furniture. Not not yay. Yawn.
Can’t i be normal…..?