We’re all alone just as we die alone. Life is spontaneous and random. it’s over before it begins.
I’m the glass half empty kind of guy. I don’t see hope before failure.
In and out of happiness constantly wanting to be accepted, not just by peers but by myself.
Feelings are a curse, to be numb is to be strong. Maybe that’s why I see life as a constant struggle.
I usually don’t fancy writing but right now it feels right, as morbid as this bullshit really is.