Existence is lonely 15 05 19

Who can I really trust? Who can I really count on? Only myself. I am my only friend. Good friend. Who cares anyway? What do we do when we find someone that cares? How do we know it's real? How can I put my trust on another human being? Why would anyone care? I can only trust myself. After all, I'm stuck with me for life. I wish I knew what it's like to look at myself from the outside. My actions, the things I say, my body language. I bet I wouldn't like 'me'. So why should I expect someone to like me? Everyone is faking it. Even I am. All the time. Existence is lonely. And silent. Tragic. With some bits of joyful moments here and there. Everything is distraction to our pain. But it doesn't stop hurting. It only ceases for a while. The nightmare lasts... until you finally go to sleep.

I wish I could forget more often than not. But I remember all the details.