Hi everyone, whoever is reading this. I just want to vent all my frustrations about everything. I don’t want to be a bad person; I just want to be good. But people don’t understand why I’m acting this way. That’s okay, though, because I understand why they feel that way. But sometimes it just hurts to say that the things you don’t want to do, you have to do, and even the one person who matters to me got tired of me. I can’t blame her, but it’s just so unfair that when she needed me, I was there, but when I needed her, she was the one who got tired. Sometimes it’s nice to think that I’ll just embrace and face the truth that life is the greatest illusion, but death is the truth