"My life is empty." A line I am sure you've heard many a time. Though for me, I find it to be quite true. Each passing day seems to bring me closer to nothing. I can say I have no real friends. I can say I have no real anything. My connections are only with my parents, but at my age (18) shouldn't I be doing much more with myself. I sleep the majority of the day away, I never go outside. I never do anything. I think there is something wrong with my head. I just want to curl up into a ball and disappear. There must be something missing from your life when you can honestly say to yourself that if you were to die, that only your parents would notice, only your parents would care. At least I have that luxury I guess. The only think that even makes me remotely happy is music. It's extrodianry what music can do for you. Even though it's a temporary happiness (even though I guess all happiness is) it still something I cherish more than anything on this planet. I have no real right to complain. My parents have raised me as well as they could. I haven't particularly experienced any real hardhship. My life is fairly average. Why should I be sad? I shouldn't. So why am I? So maybe there is something wrong with my head, though I am sure I'd like that, the feeling of being different. I'm sorry, I just, well my Sister is getting married tomorrow and well, it just made me realise that my life isn't really going anywhere. Loneliness and this bleak reality is all that is waiting for me. Sorry, I just wanted to type something before I lose my mind.