Life is.... cool?
There isn't much to it, I guess.
I breathe in and out. I eat. I drink. That's it.
I have friends. Quite a few actually. I have a girlfriend. She's nice. I get A's and B's. The teachers like me. My parents are loving.
I feel... unjustified.
Basically, I want to die.
Why?
I'm not sure.
People probably think I'm selfish.
"You have a great life. Why fuck it up?"
I'm don't know. I can just tell something isn't right. There's this....thing...that's talking to me in my head. He's been here for almost two years now. He's really, really mean. He tells me bad things. I think if I ended all this, maybe he'd leave me alone.
As of right now though, I just gotta get through today. And hopefully tomorrow too.
Oh, and I uh... play drums. Not that good though.
