I dont want to be alone there things that I think about things that I want to do things no human being should think about yet here I am thinking about it.
Why is it that when i want to be alone i end up with others and when i want to hang out with other people why do i end up by myself almost suffocating in how i look what i eat. I was told me that people go off of how you look.
Why should my life matter more than a dog if there is a fire leave me there let my soul warm up something it has not done in a long time.
Why do people only care if u tell them something wrong so they end thinking they help but they just make it worse then before something's life is better without help but something's not asking for help is the death of us all.
Are we really scared of the monster's in the basement or r we scared of the ones we created there is always somthing odd about everyone basement onley the people who live there know.
