That’s all I feel like i’m doing by writing this.. Just screaming into an empty void. No one’ll really care, I’ve never bothered to tell anyone about how I feel. All my life I’ve gone by unnoticed by most everyone I’ve met. And most likely if I ever go through with any plans to end my life, there will be no warning, and no “poor me” notes left behind. These urges that rush over me have manifested because of this lifeless existence I live in everyday. I do NOTHING. I sit in my chair, in my basement all alone where I contemplate this sick, fucked […]
