november fifth i have nothing to say anymore, when i talk things come out i wouldn't have said years ago, i haven't gotten any smarter, i don't feel anymore alive. all i feel is an enflamed hatred. this isn't how i thought it'd be. i figured everything would get better, but it seems nothing changed. it's good to know that this had no impact on my life at all, that you did nothing for me. you were never real anyway.