Yeah.

Yeah. Well I can’t laugh. I don’t find things amusing. Not anymore. I am only filled with hate, enough hate to destroy the world.
Don’t you see, don’t you hear, in my tone of voice, the sadness, the pity? You just don’t realise do you? I am not okay. I am not alright. I won’t get better if nothing changes.
And nothing is changing.

I used to fake my smiles and laughs. No one knew. As time dragged on, nothing new. My pain in side my heart only grew. As things got worse I couldn’t fake anything anymore. So I hung up my mask, and showed my true feelings. This did nothing for your knowledge of my health.

Nothing matters, nothing at all. I don’t care. I don’t care at all. Things that happen in the world, Things that happen to me, Things that happen to others. I really couldn’t care less.

I know that being like this doesn’t actually help anything. But it’s my choice and I never asked you so just go away. I don’t need your help. There’s nothing you can do. You tell me things, like its meant to help. You think it does. Otherwise I guess you wouldn’t bother. Well it doesn’t help. So don’t.