I never thought about life as something that I could easily throw away. I always thought that I was put here for a purpose. I don’t understand why fate, hope, or basically anything is real. I mean, where did everything come from. Like myths, legends? Someone had to have seen or discovered these things. Shit like that doesn’t just appear out of the blue, does it? I don’t want to sit here and take all of this bullshit. I want to be free. I want to dance, sing, fuck, I want to be happy. I want to be myself. I don’t need this, I sure as hell don’t deserve it. I’m sick of all of life, I’m sick of time, I’m sick of having the pressure of the world on my god damn shoulders. I mean, what’s the point of living if the life you’re living, sucks major dick. I want to be myself, I want to be happy. I have spent my whole god damn life making other people happy that just bit me in the ass. This year, I’m taking a god damn stand. I am going to focus on myself and what makes me happy.