Hello me, it's me again.
I thought perhaps I could just stream and words would come out and things would feel better because talking to the world about nothing just makes it easier, doesn't it? But I don't think I can really, it just bugs me that I'm here. It's like I'm reaching out, asking for help. I could just talk to myself couldn't I? But I'm already alone enough as it is so I don't want to do that any more. Any more like I've done it before, I guess I have.
I hate myself and I don't know why I'm here, what did I come to say?
I'm lonely, but that doesn't matter - I'm lonely with all of these friends around me, lonely when I should be happy.
Lonely lonely always lonely, what's the point in treating my life like something which matters? I'm so sick of pretending, who the fuck am I? Who's left in this fucking shell of a bitch? Why do I exist anymore? Who am I existing for? Will? Of course. So that's why I can't handle when he's gone, because when he isn't here with me, I just don't exist.