For a couple of weeks now, I haven’t been feeling nothing, it sucks because I keep thinking of him. We use to be so inseparable. Now, we’re strangers. I’ve been having lots of dreams of him.. I wake up crying or screaming caused by the frustration I have deep inside me. I wish someone would kill me on accident. I’m not even depressed or anything. I just have nothing to live for. We all die at the end anyways, might as well get a head start instead of wasting my life. no. I’m not that weak. I’m strong and I am here for a reason. I’m important too. I will become the person I’ve desired to be. My dreams are beginning to make me realize that perhaps it’s time. I’ve been keeping myself drowned for too long. Truths will hurt me, but not as much as the thought of not knowing what they’ve been for 5 months. I’m beneath the earthbound right now, thinking of all the misunderstood words we’ve left unsaid, while my body decomposes from insanity. I will get out of this misery today, for the good of my spirit.