It makes no sense, I'm just going to keep living inside these four walls, get a job that'll just make me even more lonely, and die alone.
I will never really savour the sweet taste of love because it's not meant for me.
And I lay in my bed, and I could see all this, and then it made sense. It was like looking into a crystal ball and seeing my future, I will always love but remain unloved, be a true friend and have no one beside me when I need them, but I'm stupid. I have to keep doing the same idioticy over and over. I will never learn, because in my desperation to find some sort of human warmth, I will keep on, because even if it's fake, I like to pretend I'm at least a little useful.
Yes. It's emo time.
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