It’s pretty sad when you have the things you dreamed of and still aren’t okay with them. The people we call “friends” aren’t really “Friends”. They’re all gone and selling out to this worlds bullshit. I’m on anti-depressants; I’m still no where. I don’t have feelings that mean anything to me.. Just moments that occur in my eyes that my mind takes in and remembers and transfers it to a memory once happened. I have no idea what I want. I can’t take this world.