i feel like i'm losing my purpose. music's been the only thing keeping me alive for years. all i ever wanted was to make it myself and maybe leave a little mark on the world. but i can't even do that anymore. i haven't touched my notebook in months. i've got nothing to write anymore. there's not a single thought in my head except death. and ignoring that, i have no talent. people always tell me my lyrics are awesome and i've even heard that they're the best they've ever seen from a couple people. but i can't sing. my voice is more broken than the political system. and even if i could, i have no energy. i just lie in bed and wait for the inevitable moment that my caretakers force me to get up, eat, shower, go to school and talk about meaningless bullshit with my therapist. i'm tired. i don't care about my dreams anymore. i just wanna die. i fucking hate everything.