we're all alone, you know.

i remember when i used to picture what i wanted my life to be like, what my image of content was, i used to get excited and strive towards it, because i felt like i could achieve it.

i miss that.

i am stuck in a cycle i can't get out of.
words are useless, actions are useless, feelings are useless.
everything that should matter or mean something is stripped of it's worth.




i'll continue using my defense mechanism and shrugging it off eventually, but, inevitably, things will come back around to this.
nobody can be a little less than human forever.



i hope you're happy, because i'm not.



/end whiny bitch post.