There are nights I wish I could just fall off the face of the earth. I have no idea what I'm here for. I look around and see humanity and say to myself "This, I wouldn't miss this."
I sometimes wish this would all end. That people would just forget about me again. Who am I? My place on this earth wouldn't be missed.
But then I think "Who the **** wants to die alone?" Wants no one to care if they are gone? Not I. I have to much to live for.