I don't see the point. I know Alexis wants me to write, but I don't really feel like doing it. I haven't much motivation to do anything. I try to eat, but I lack the appetite. Eating just makes me want to throw up. My sleeping has been alright though. I have been getting a lot of sleep.
They're just going to leave anyways.
I hate so much. Myself. Hate hate hate. It's just hate and nothingness. Heh, I am nothing. No, I will become nothing. Null. People will forget about my existence, and once everyone forgets, it would be as if I have never existed.
I am tired. There's really nothing for me to write about, since I really didn't do anything. Nothing but sleeping. I do fall asleep at odd places though. I'll be sleeping on the couch, and then the next thing I know I'm sleeping in the bathtub.
My whole family is dead but...it feels unreal. I just want to curl up and escape.
Well, here's a crappy return post. Hopefully the next one will be better.