on this book

on caring

on crying

on dying

because what's the point in wanting to crying you can't?

i'll probably just make another book anyways.

tomorrow, when things get calmer.

when i don't feel so lost and stuck and alone and sad and-

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.

so lonely.