UArts is a mere week away, and I feel nothing
I leave home in a week, and I feel nothing.
I am tired of everything; including life. I am living until I die, living to die, and if an opportunity presents itself to save my life; I won't take it. I don't want it. I feel as though I have nothing to offer the world, and in return I beg nothing; only to be left alone. This is not a pity party. This is not self-loathing. This is one person begging for NOTHING.
I am not constantly angry; I am constantly misunderstood. I am different. I don't pride myself on it but I will not change it for anyone. I am who I am; deal with it.
I don't know how some people life to such an old age. I'm not even 20 and I'm tired of it.
-8.20.09
