The thing is, I don't know what happened. I'm just tired. I'm exhausted by some mere things that I didn't remember doing. I like being alone. No. I love being alone. I enjoy being alone. I love how the emptiness runs around me, how darkness envelope me. Maybe that's how enjoy my life at its fullest?
I have my ups and downs. Everyone has. I never meants to hurt anyone. But I'm sorry, but, I'm too weak for this.