I'm still really *confused*. Nothing seems to make *sense* anymore. *Nothing*. Nothing at all. Nothing to *smile* for. Nothing to *laugh* for. Nothing to *live* for. Death seems like the only way out. Either that, or *running* away to be *alone*. But I *imagine* that could get quite *lonely*. I feel like I'm *dying*. I feel so *empty* inside. So *confused*, *lost* and *lonely*. I don't know what to do about *anything*.
when you look at me...do you take me for a fool?
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