It hurts.
I don't even know what to say.
I don't even know what hurts.
But I know, that it does, and I know, that it's eating my insides out.
I don't want to be here.
I want to be somewhere else, want to find my place, want to find happiness.
How can you find it?
Is it my fault? What am I doing wrong?
I feel so hopeless. Worthless. So stupid.
I feel like I can't do anything right. I feel like I'll never get over myself.
How could I ever be able to face the future?
How am I going to survive this sickness, this madness, this monster?
Everything passes so fast. Everything's running past me. Everything's running out of time.
Out of my control.
I miss the past. I miss myself. I miss what I used to be.
No, I was pretty much the same.
I miss what I'm not.
I don't want to feel this pain anymore.
I don't want to feel lonely anymore.
This loneliness is killing me. It's killing me.
This murderous emptiness.
