I haven't posted in a while, I suppose it's because I don't have much to say. I like that no one really reads this blog, it means I can pour my heart out. I feel like there is a brick wall between me and life, I have no desire to live, part of me knows I should, but where is the motivation?
'There is no relief this world can offer me.' I just can't seem to find my place, so much bad is happening in this world and no one cares, nothing is done, and when you are the victim, how do you get justice when everyone is finding every excuse to make sure you deserved what you got, or at least to make you believe that. And it is fucking bullshit, I just can't go on living, knowing what I know, seeing what I have seen, and being the victim of some of these crimes.
It makes me sick, I don't want to leave my house, not even in the evenings anymore, In fear of what I might whitness, or get the brunt of next.
Why is it acceptable for these things to happen, and how do people expect you to carry on pretending it isn't happening?
I don't understand.
I'm surrounded by black cloud, and I just want to hide away, but I want to be one of the few good people in this world, so I will do what I can to raise awareness and make sure ignorant people open their eyes.