"With you out of my sight, what use are these eyes?"
I'm surprised that I wrote something like this.

Someone told me that even if this world isn't real, even if everything is an illusion, it's still worth it because they have friends like me.
I never thought I'd hear a compliment like that.

"Hope" won't take us anywhere.

I need to stop over-analyzing everything I say but I don't want to set someone off because that's ultimately what happens when I try to talk or reply.

Slowly losing interest in anything and everything, stopping to care about things that meant a lot, realizing I'm actually empty, that everything inside is just the remains of what I once had.
I hope I forget this realization. I hope this feeling passes.

I want to do something crazy.

I love showing up, starting something and disappearing.

I want to curse something out but I don't know enough swear words intense enough T^T

My level of cleanliness is getting unhealthy. I just can't stop washing my hands every time I touch a switch or open the fridge despite knowing it's too much.

My last braincell is on life support. Pray for me.