I am something mighty confused.

"Nothing really matters, anyone can see, nothing really matters... nothing really matters to me"


And for once, I am not in a rush to change or better myself.

I don't even explain myself or talk much outside of jokes, or things about the world I view as ugly. Someone told me, I was lucky cause, it seems my friends truly care for me and do shit to see me happy.


I Am HARSH, rude, lovely. All those things that matter. Cept I have no will to be a person, to practice what I learn. I miss the part of me that lied to make friends, that hid all those aspects of me that make me an outcast among freaks.


Love is the only thing in life I want to give up on. I hate the idea and more so the idea of everyday life. I have 4 friends, who I believe care about me... and I them.

People hate silence. Which is all I can offer at this point. I don't trust anything right now. And the very few times like this, where I wish I could talk to someone, I have no one that can or will listen at this time.

And all I can say "Let me out"