My stomach hurts and I spend most of my time in bed.
I don't miss time with my family because I don't even feel a connection to the anymore.
I'm closeted, suffocating under society's standards, suffering from all the weight on my shoulders and so.
Here will be a book of poems, pictures, and stories that may not have a happy ending.
This is where my day will end up this is how I will feel ok again.
Instead of lonely for no reason, be constantly aware to prepare for my future in a broken utopia where life will stuffed out like a tiny flame.
I will not pray to a god that doesn't give two shits, and probably doesn't even exist, because no more than anything in this world I would like to feel mad but instead I feel empty.
Laying on bed, like I am one among the dead, instead of those waiting and hoping to wake up in a incredible new world or not wake up at all.
My problems are not this so therefore that, because honestly? There is nothing. Nothing is wrong in my life. I have a good healthy body and nice happy family, caring friends, and a good amount of money.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye.
