Eh.
I feel like I've grown accustomed to not living. I'm not even depressed about it anymore, though I do have my moments, like now. I don't understand...what happened to my hopes and dreams and goals? They all seem so far away now, I've given up and now I'm just here. No one cares that my life is going nowhere and continues in that direction. I'll never become anything and all because I never had a hero.