Yea that's how i feel. When people need me, they come. When they dun, they go. Well, thanks for visiting then but now, you're fucking invited to leave. Now i know that for all this while, what i had was all, hallucinations of what i do not have?
Yea maybe that's how i can describe it.

Time for me to wake up.
Wake up my idea.
Pick myself up.

How do I do this?
I dunno but I am going to do so.

All those were lies isn't it?