You only think about yourself.

        In the years of my existence, I’ve realized one thing. I’m selfish. I have always been a selfish creature. Nothing is enough for me. And maybe, that’s why things go away from me. Maybe that’s the reason why people tend to leave me everytime. A few would come, but they would eventually go. Nobody stays. Nothing is ever permanent. That’s why I’m always caught between wanting to punch someone in the face, and pulling the trigger in my head just to disappear and leave this world.

        I’m angry towards the universe; towards everything for making me feel so abused and betrayed. This world is a big fucking labyrinth and everyone in here is fucking insane. I’m angry towards myself. I despise the person who’s standing in my shoes. My own insecurity is eating me eagerly inside out.

        I want this world to change so bad. I just don’t know if it fucking can for a person, a machine or whatever the fuck I am.