Thinking about africa made me realize some things.
I have nothing here to stay for.
There no one to stay for.
I got nothing to lose.
Today I hit rock bottom.
When she said: I just don't want you to be in
Africa and think 'now I'm here cause no one
wants me at home'.
And when she said it, I didn't realize.
Now I do, and it hurts.
It hurts, realizing no one cares.
Nobody wants me here.
I'm a meaningless person.
And I wonder, why do I even live?
Why the hell am I still alive?
Wouldn't it be better if I was death?
Wouldn't that be better for everyone?
So the options are dying or africa.
Guess I'm going to africa.