Push

I don’t know what I’m doing. I have no plans of changing. I don’t care if somebody gets hurt. It’s their problem, not mine. I only need to care for myself and no one else. I admit I’m selfish and insensitive. I can’t stop being a dick to anyone that gets close to me. I guess I have no self respect. But that doesn’t stop me from doing what I think is best for myself.

Pain is a fact of life. Still, people can’t accept that. They cry and weep and get depressed and commit phailed suicides. I’ve been through a lot yet, I’m still alive. Screw those people who say they can’t live without someone. Screw those guys who think so lowly of themselves. I’ve had enough of them.

I’ve had enough of life. I’m sick of this mediocre life that I’m suppose to learn to love. But I’m not gonna kill myself. I just wanna rant. I can pretend to live life. Though deep inside I die… slowly…

Reality check: Love is all around me. I don’t want it. I just hope they give it to someone else. I am indifferent. I don’t want people crying when I die. I am who I am. If they can’t accept that, then it’s better to leave. I’ll keep running. That’s the only thing I know how to do.