2 p.m.
I think it's natural to be preoccupied with death when you lose someone close. It's all I can ever seem to think about. Everything in this world comes to an end. Especially love.
Love is not reciprocal. You can't ever expect love in return, no matter how much you wish you could. People don't love others, they love the concept of them. They love them for who they are in their eyes, not for who they really are.
I just don't care about anything in this world anymore. I'm tired of begging people to be part of my life. I wouldn't have to beg if anyone actually wanted to be.
Nothing really matters anymore.
Everything I love in this world comes to an end.
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