I could go into further detail… but what’s the point? Sometimes when people vent their stories and their pain it just seems like one big pissing contest… Or maybe I’ve just forgotten how to use compassion. Either way, I’m done. People are mean, and when they’re not mean, they die. Everyone I ever thought was special or important has left me, so what’s the point? I don’t even know who or what I am anymore, my head feels hollow. I wish there was something left to cling to, but there just isn’t, it’s all used up. Gone.
