What is the sense of hope when there's nothing left to look forward to. Hope is just a lost cause for for something that's never going to happen. Everyone's just an ant for the elephant of life to step on anyways. Same with what is the sense of life. I honestly think I'd be better off dead. So what if it makes other unhappy, cause oh it makes me feel oh so great that I'm here to make you happy at my expense.
Don't be surprised that if I say my final good byes one day. Maybe soon. Every one always think I'm so well of yet no ones ever seen it as a facade. One so great that I could even fool myself. But now everything's coming crashing down like a tidal wave. Looking for happiness is just some worthless godforsaken quest anyways.
I'm at wits end and nothing can seem to change that anymore.
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