I love how I'm here picking other people up, when I'm getting all of my ropes cut and people are leaving me to fall. My laugh is sounding more and more fake everyday. I can't even smile with happiness anymore. I can hardly recognize myself and all I want to do is write notes to the people I love most. But then again, they seem to leave at some point. So, maybe it's time for me to leave. Leave everything. Leave everyone. Leave this world in general.