The only thing I look forward to is going back to bed at night. I don't have anything to look forward to. I have no purpose. I can't find happiness. People may think I'm happy, that I'm fine, but I'm not, I'm just good at pretending.
Especially lately and peoplethink I'm a d bag but if they knew why I do the stuff I do they would be crying in their rooms everyday all day so to all you out there who are judging and stuff I don't care go duck yourself