i think i used to have a voice, now i never make a sound

[stalkingtime]

it's the neverending story of my life.

since i was little, it always happens. i have terrible seperation anxiety. i need drugs for that or something.

why cant i be one of those people that doesn't care. that doesnt feel. why can't i not have anything inside me, no soul, why do i have to be such a loving creature of this wretched planet? why couldn't i have as much hate as everyone else so i could go about my business? i'm cursed.

i think there's something wrong with my right eye.

i think i need a hug and a caring gesture. thanks.

california dreamin

i hate work. i start school soon. i hate school. college...what is that. i hate people. what else do i hate? i hate nothingness