2:00AM, 28th of November, 2016.

Playing depressing songs at 2 in the morning, while you're mentally breaking more each day is not a good idea.

This house don't feel like home.

To think that this time next year, everything would be different, totally different, is too much. Way too much.

It's just hard to think that the people who distracts me from reality, even just for a little while, won't be there anymore.

Why can't I just give up

Why do I have to care

I just need someone, to talk, or just,
I can't do this anymore