nothingness.

life can be full of nothingness.

and my life becomes more unbearable each day, watching people i care about turning their lives into mush.. simply by trying to be who they can never be. and making a complete fool of who they truly are.

but it's not how i feel that's important right? ignore me. really.

i'm just a figment of a past that you possibly can't be bothered appreciating. a present that you take for granted. and a future you take as another display. stationary and without any purpose but just taking up space.

however, if i have read you wrong.. then i apologize for being overly judgmental..