Dear Diary,

 

 

Maybe it’s just best for me to go it alone. I’m with you but I’m not really with you. I’m feeling so empty and so hollow inside. Like all I have in this world is God and my tears. I know relationships aren’t for me. Women aren’t for me. People aren’t for me. I can trust the things I cannot see but it’s the tangible shyt I can’t wrap my fingers around. I lay in my bed at night staring up at the ceiling in misery because it’s so cold and so dark here and no matter who I get close to, they’ll never really touch my soul. I keep wandering the world looking for fulfillment and everytime I meet a new chick I think she’s the answer. But we both know deep down inside, she’s not the answer. She’s just another distraction.

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