i hate me. i hate being me. do i mean that? i dont know. i hate me for hating me. does everyone have such days? when it hurts just thinking, just breathing, just being. this inertia of not able to do anything. not thinking, not breathing, not even being. not existing. because no one knows anyway. no one's here. you're all alone all alone all alone so very alone and desperate and no one's here and no one will come and save you from this depth of misery you're still here, still cold, still lonely the minutes go by you hate time to its eternity it cant pass quickly enough and its passing too quickly. and youre still here waiting not being not thinking not feeling not trying not willing not saving yourself.