Why is it necessary to wake up each day and carry out unnecessary mundane tasks of life to make everyone sure that you are okay when in fact you are not. You are dying for a break, a long fucking break. A break where you can go and kill all your feelings which screw your mind, body and soul. A place where you are really alone, rather than being alone around a bunch of people, who do not give a rat's ass about you or your feelings.Everyone wants a part of you. They do not like the whole version of you. In fact, no one does, and never will. It is so ironic that you thought it was your life and you were to control it, but you see even the occurrence of little minute things trouble you. It is because all the big things that were supposed to happen, did not happen. And here you are, crying it out to your pillow and blanket because that is all you have, that is all you deserve.