I cry again. I don't know why.
A cry for attention, a cry that releases emotions.
Nothing has happened in my life.
Every time I look back, I can't seem to remember the slightest moment of happiness.
A cruel smile looks upon me as I envy those with love. I.. am no one.
I want to express so much more but I can't. I'm too tired, it's worthless, these thoughts will pass by like leaves in autumn.
What significance does me writing this have?
Who will remember this?
Who will remember anyone here?
We are confined and comfortable with our pathetic existence. Maybe not. Maybe I am too young to realize much more; but for now, I shall cry and hope for much more. May the spaghetti god be with you.
