The thought of being alone, though it's like this everyday for me. Feeling like I can't escape and move on no matter what I do. Just last year I started to feel happy and wanted to live my life to its extent but now I don't know. Knowing that everyone who knows and cares about me already forgot me. I live in two worlds where I'm stuck in between. Now I think about leaving this misery somewhere else though I still help others in the same situation. But why, why help them, this question always stuck in the corner of my mind. And I think maybe if I'm gone I wouldn't be a bother to anyone anymore. Or would I cause more trouble. I think about this concept until I have to physically snap out of it, punching or slapping myself. Now every time I wake up I don't know what I want to do. Sorry for being long.