--- Changed to ao3, find me under WeHadABondingMoment ---

"And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought or in this endless universe full of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind." 

- Jack Kerouac 

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Why do we live? 
Is there even a reason? 
If we're all going to die anyway, why do we even bother trying to have a good life? 
It will only make death more painful because by then, we have something to lose. 
What do you think about it? 
What keeps us from ending it all? 

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As soon as I close my eyes, I am in my own world. 
People there are friendly, unless I don't wabt them to. 
I can be anyone in my thoughts, I can meet anyone, see the reality in different point of views. 
Whenever I get angry or sad, I can just go there and cope with my thoughts. 

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Human contact is exhausting. 
It drains your energy because you try to be there for everyone, yet you feel like you're not doing enough. 
Maybe you even think that no one notices and you might be right. 
But when you're gone, when you stop being everyone's free therapist, then they will notice. 

Trust me, you are enough. 

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Do you ever feel like breaking down? 
Do you ever feel out of place? 
Like somehow you just don't belong and no one understands you? 

- Welcome to my life, Simple Plan