Nothing really matters in the end. It never has and never will. Everything is meaningless. What's the f***ing point?. I'm hollow, cold, and hurting. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I don't know why I try. Acknowledging that no one played a key role in unconditionally loving me has been heartbreaking, not ever learning or having self worth has left me floating, I'm unappreciative because I feel unlovable. I want independence and to be alone. I don't have this choice. But it doesn't matter and my life and existence only matters to these small people. I'll take care of me to take care of them. I will live like happiness is within me. I will stop silking in my misery.