Laying on my bed staring at my stars, Cheesy Plasic and Fake. Smiling faces tacked to my wall. Moments when I seemed so happy. That is fake too. There is nothing worse than this. This feeling. The weight of it is too much. I feel nothing, anything is better than this emptyness... I feel dead... I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die... I just want to feel something. I need to feel that I am alive. That I haven't faded... that I am not so fucking fake.