1 Dear Diary

I always think that life is a very very f*cked up place. It may be beautiful for others but it just never worked for me.

Alone, unseen, unloved, unwanted, and other more words are all connected to me, but I cannot see the need to change all this. At the end of the day, of the past eighteen years of my existence, I still won't understand this emptiness inside my hollow being. I still won't understand the growing and undescribable void inside my soul. I still don't understand why I'm left alone in this dark world fending for myself.

Ha, how I would wish every piece of my being would just stop and crumble into ash or, better yet, into nothing. But it just won't happen.

Why?

Breathing,

Amie Price