'I hate my life and I wish I was never born'.

Stands true.
Maybe forever and for always.

I have nothing to live for.

And...
I never want to be anyone's 'additional source of stress'.

Maybe I'm being (God forbid) demanding?

So once again, I shall preoccupy myself with things and quality time with things that don't really matter.

So.. this void - the sort of loneliness that can't be expressed or explained. I've found myself going back to it. This time I'm being cornered to it. OK. I'll stay here. And then I'm gonna revel in it. And I will eventually enjoy it.

There's beauty in indulging in dreams. When you wake, you're hit with the harsh realities of life. And then you wait for the night to creep in, till you lay and dream again.