I’m scared for the future, for me.

And you can say you love your children all the same. All the lies seething through your teeth. Fucking gross.

If you didn’t have the capability to love your child why even try to have one?

Stomach is empty, heart is empty.

I don’t even want love, I want new parents, cause I know you all will never love me like other parents. How much I wished I wasn’t born.

No amount of food can ever make me feel happy while in this state of not being loved.

Death seems less scary of an idea as the days go by.

Maybe it’s reaching zero soon….

I feel empty as usual. Nothing left in this soul of mine. Everything was sucked out of me, the only thing left is this shell with a minimum will to survive.

I mean I might as well be an orphan, wouldn’t make a difference.