Life's shit. I have the worst luck in the world. There's no one ever to talk to. Why the fuck am I alive. I'm a waste of space. Hope I die soon. What's so great about being alive. I've got my head in the clouds half the time. I can't wait to see that beautiful flower field I see in my dreams. I hope they are all there. The people in my head all 3 of them, well 2. Maybe I'll even dance around with the fake people I made up. I hope it's all just a dream. I'll be gone soon enough.