Sept 3 2014// There is no compassion. There is no sympathy. Everyone refuses to genuinely give a fuck about anyone else. Please stop. Don’t talk to me if you’re just going to fucking hold me under the water i’m already drowning in. Don’t be my fucking friend if you can’t handle how realistic and sad I am okay. Life is sad, it’s sad because of people like you and it’s ever sadder because there’s no point in letting you choke the happiness you gave me out of my lungs, I knew it was going to be temporary. I fucking knew it. It shouldn’t matter because I know that I didn’t exist for an infinite before I was born and I won’t exist for an infinite after I die. But it does matter and I told you how much it mattered, I told you that you would ruin me and you said you wouldn’t. And the saddest part about this entry is that i’m not even talking about one person, this has happened over and over almost endlessly it’s like the CD you made me the one I listened to at night when the tears threatened to spill over my waterline while my eyes bore into the ceiling, now the CD just repeats because I scratched it up when you ignored me, I cried after I did that. That referred to a certain person but in certain aspects it fits all of you. Is it me? Did I get to excited when talking to you or waking up to your messages? I don’t sleep anymore. I don’t eat anymore. I don’t feel alive anymore. I miss you.