About Me

I really miss those days back in 1990 when I didn’t even exist

Maybe I’m supposed to be alone. But it hurts.

No one knows what you feel inside.

I go to sleep to escape my life, shame it is not a permanent sleep

I just wish I had a reason to live, I’m so tired

I look at others and I feel so sad for myself. I’m just existing. And they are living. They are able to move on and get ahead in life but all I do is stay stuck in the past and suffer

There's something really heartbreaking about looking at old pictures and seeing the slow progression of losing yourself. Watching the light fade from your eyes, and realizing you've fuckn lost yourself and you have no clue who you are right this moment. And you're only losing yourself more with every passing day.