I don't sleep, I don't eat. All I do is rot and read all day. I don't even feel alive. No emotions. Nothing can rile me up, no, not anymore. I wish I could be sad like I was before, but now I'm just empty and cold. I wish I could cry, i wish I could feel sorry for myself, i wish I could have the ability to empathize with other people.

Humans are parasitic, pieces of shit. The world is such shit, idk why anyone would want to live in it. 

I'm in this ouroboros type of consist cycle, I'm consuming myself and damaging everything around me. I feel like I'm crumpling. Why was I born? Why am I alive? What is my purpose? What is life? Was i put here for a reason, or am I just another walking, bag of flesh, consuming, consuming, poisoning the world around me?  I just wish I had someone, something to tell me what to do, to guide me in life because everything is too much and I wish I didn't have to be the one to make the decisions.