Currently 3:44am. Yet again, these feelings of solitude pierce my skin. I remember thinking, that maybe I'm messed up too much but I see even the weirdest people try their luck at a normal life. I could never. For someone such as me, someone damaged, someone who never could summon those emotions of love, I could never love. I always just run from relationships, every single one I've ever had I always tend to leave, maybe because I'm scared of them leaving me, or maybe because enough of them, always irritate me, they leave a sour taste in my mouth. On my deathbed, quote these words: "I'll never love". My entire life, I think I always missed something, and that something is much too dead to ever feel an emotion of love. Sure, I can get close but always I will end up leaving, do not trust my friendship. Ah, I miss my friends that I made. These guys, they always had something to say. I would say this lonely, deserted self, is the real me, more real than any type of person I try to portray. Do not shed tears at my funeral, spit on my grave, for a human such as me, deserves no less.
