• As I live my life, I learn what it really means to suffer. I know what it feels like to be hungry, and to want more than I usually have. Why am I writing this I ask myself... Surrounded by people but I'm still alone. I see old faces but it means nothing. For simply they are playing a wonderful act that doesn't end until the fat lady sings. I've had dreams, I've had crushes, is it bad to like more than one female? I always ask myself that. I just want my suffering to end. I want it to all fade away into a mass illusion that I can never decipher again. This is how I feel, empty and void, like I'm human but I expected more for myself by now. I lust to much, my pride consumes me. I get that from my father... My family, torn apart barely staying together as we attempt to live our short lived lives. I expected more from everyone, but it was their own wrong doings that led to this. All the karma of corruption has piled up like a wave clashing into our souls one after another, we struggle to get through the next days of our endless punishment.