But I cant make it stop, my tears roll down my face and my eyes hurt.
They believe the answer for me is to go out and start living. But I have seen enough of this world.

it is a bad combination to be melancholy and expressive. The way I analyze things, tears me apart. My head wont stop working and its creating ideas all the time.

I stopped seing things the way I did before. Today is sunny and I dont even care anymore. Netflix doesnt interest me anymore. Books dont entertain me like before. Music gets boring and im still waiting for something that I dont even know what it is.

the worst pain is not the one that kills you, but the one that makes you want to stop living.