... Hello... It's me, I guess. Kinda burnt out and now I want to go back in the days where squad was still there.

Or was the squad a dream of mine?
Anyways: Read if you want I guess?

Do we choose to be born in this world?

No, even my parents know that I didn't choose to be born. And they knew I had self loathing.

Reincarnation and what not are stupid,  why you ask?

Because we fear death. That's it, we fear what comes after that, we forget that our body is not our own. We are using corpses that was never perfect.

Forced into a world filled with violence and hate, children grew to be brats or cruel to one another.

Women who talks shit with their $10 microphone in Instagram.

The Brain rot of twitter.

Where did it go wrong?

We live in a reality where life is meaningless and could be taken by others and they will say sorry, like how can you return someone back.

It's like ripping out your heart then twisting it.

You know your parents and friends gonna die or will leave you.

Now here we stand on this mountain.

No one calls us home nor does anyone really care for us

Why are you still standing in this heavy rain trying to say motivational speech.

Yet can anyone even hear my cries?

When I try to speak does my voice even be heard?

Do I even matter infront of everyone?

Why is it that everyone seems they want to stab me in the back.

Behind the friendliest of faces... All of these faces are twisted and forgotten.

In the past I liked women, but now, I barely feel attracted to anyone.

Maybe because I never once fit with anyone.

Maybe just maybe... I was a gullible idiot who never saw the signs that I was stupid, like the one guy who got betrayed by everyone.

When I try to find my purpose, I always feel like a failure, someone who should never belong there.

Do we even really own our names? What if... We are just faceless shadows walking to the light.

What if...

I wanted to be something else, but...

I never choose to be a walking corpse trap in the past, forced in the future.

Author's note:
Not my normal stuff, I know.

I kinda need to throw this baggage somewhere no one really recognized my face.

After all are we truly even alive or are we in a nightmare?