Yo. Hello to anyone who cares. I'm back and still so emo. A high school senior without a girlfriend. God I feel sad. I don't honestly want your pity, I could care less. No one I know reads these and if they did why are they? Honestly, the rantings of a random teenager shouldn't matter. But I want them to matter. These words I type are a symbol that I belong in this world. That I exist. It doesn't matter than no one knows who I am. It isn't important where I live. Just the fact that this stream of 0's and 1's is mine. A relic of the fact that I have been here.
I'm ranting. Oh my god, I'm ranting. Boy, never listen to Finger Eleven then Evanescence when typing these things. Some funny s**t happens. So bored. So lonely. Hate everything, love nothing. Die happy, live sadly. In the end it doesn't matter. We're just dust on the wind. Ashes in the earth. Food for the mushrooms and maggots everywhere. Go us.
I'm still ranting. Oh well. Who cares, right? No one reads the words of a teenager on an internet community with close to 120,000 users. No one. Live sadly, die happy. Love nothing, hate everything. In the end it doesn't matter.
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The Whisper of the Ephemeral Night
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