Every time I think of who I am- or the person I used to be, I feel so nostalgic I could be sick. I think back, and I wonder when this war inside my head started. When did everything start to fade away and lose meaning, when did everything around me start to feel so dead and unreal that I wanted to die?
It's so messed up.
I look at my life, I look at everything and what I see is nothing.
Absolutely nothing. Why did I want to kill myself, before I had a chance to live?
I shouldn't be here, living like I'm dead.
