I wonder, at this moment in my life, if I should care about anything.
I have this feeling, a feeling that rips me up inside, if I should even bother with trying to be a human.
The only thing I can say, at this present moment, is I don't care about anything. Anyone?
Life is too hard sometimes. Too the point where I wonder why I bother trying to make it fluffy white bunny clouds. Life sucks, existing sucks. I don't want to end it, but why should I bother to give a fuck? Pretending that it's okay is pointless. At the end of the day, there is only one being in bed with me. And right now, "ME" thinks life sucks. Fuck it, it's almost been a year, maybe it should all go away.
Jason R. should go the way of the dodo. Maybe I should end it with a whimper? Or maybe I should grow a pair of balls and let everyone know my name. Admit the truth, let the world know the one behind it all.
I hate feeling this way, I hate being ashamed. I hate everything.
Fuck it. It's been a year, the charade should stop.