I am short on words..
I don't know. I guess to start off with.. happy three years. I was dreading today, since the other day when someone said it was the 24th, and it wasn't. But it's here. I woke up, and I didn't remember. I was doing homework, then I remembered.. I don't know what to do now. I don't know.. What's the point of this? What's the point of it all? I don't understand it now.. I don't understand life.. I don't know why we have to fight, why should we fight? I don't want to fight right now.. I'm not strong enough.. But I just can't bring myself to suicide.. I don't want to end, but I don't want to fight. I just want to be at a place where I'm at peace. Where I don't feel what I'm feeling inside.. But I know that from here on out there's just going to be more hard days. More hard times. Nothing's going to get easier, only harder.
Why would I want to live in a world like that?
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