There is no happy ending.

To my mom

My friends.

Myself.

Bcs there was a person who left I couldn't say it anymore and it's killing me inside.

I miss him.

He was far away, walking and waving to everyone around him. He looked happy. Like... His old self.

I wanted to run to him, hug him and never let go but something told me it wasn't my place. That I was there to see him happy, only that.

Fuck it, living alone is not that great. In fact, I hate it all about living alone.

This place sucks. I'm cold, I'm tired of the neighbors noise, the smell is horrible no matter how much I clean.

Am I ungrateful for the opportunity I have of living on my own? Yes.

Do I care? No.

I hate this.

I hate that I bought the idea that once I was on my own I will be fine.

Unless you do it yourself, it's not gonna get done.

I'll never have the life that I want. Nothing will make me truly happy. I am an excuse of human being. I would be doing a favor to world by not staying.

Every night I wish to not wake up the next day.

Every night I take a little bit more pills hoping to never open my eyes again.