And I ain't too proud to tell you that I cry sometimes. I cry sometimes about it.

Everything hurts. I came to this point where I just don't know anymore. Things aren't as amusing as they used to be. I feel old. I feel like i need something else. My life at this moment is pretty much a wreck. I don't know where will I go. What will I do. What will I become. Who will I be. Everything seems so confusing. Home is frustrating. School doesn't do better. I'm a freaking middle highschooler for god's sake. I don't deserve this. I should be having fun. Enjoying my youth, right? I don't deserve any of this. The adults in my life are nothing but shrimp heads that don't even know how to deal with life. Why can't they just accept that life is supposed to be like this? Filled with problems and consequences. Moreover for adults like them. Even I know how to deal with such pain. When you love someone, you forgive them the moment they make any mistakes, right? Even though the person we love betray us like shit. But we still love them. It should mean something, right? Love should mean something, right? If that is love, then it doesn't exist for my parents. My faith is broken. So I ran. I saw no options left. But to who? Friends? Turns out, what I call as friends are disappointing. But as disappointing as they could be, they're still friends. Even though they're nice. The broke it. My inner vunerable side showed. It's broken. I'm hurt. The person that I care about, doesn't even take a look at me. It's all filled with fake promises. Fake. Everything. Nobody was ever there for me. And nothing ever make sense. Me against the world. Even though I have no more reason to stay awake. For now.