It’s an odd feeling. Wanting to die, not kill myself, but just die. I have no want to kill myself at all, but i just no longer feel good about being alive. I’m not okay…i haven’t been okay in a very..very long time…just stacks upon stacks of shit…moving around a lot…always being the weird kid and being teased…divorce of my parents…having both of my parents lie to me on numerous occasions…getting cheated on twice in a row…losing my bestfriend just because we broke up…now i’ve lost all of my friends except for one…i still talk to a few people, but they are by no means friends…i usually just end up alone now so…my motivation for things has just slowly degraded over time…*sighs*…i just miss…feeling…because i really don’t feel anything anymore except anger, sadness, or panic…there are slight hints of good times, but nothing substantial. I really don’t know what i am or what i’m feeling anymore…i just need…a hug…~Reilly
…because people who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation. It’s a way for people to be honest without telling the truth.