I feel like no one cares. I feel like people say they do, only because it’s the right thing to say when someones upset. But I feel like no on genuinely cares. People listen because they feel like they should, not because they actually wanna listen. They have their own problems to take care of. I hate feeling alone. But I know this is how I’ll be dying, just like the rest of the world. Everything in life is a filler. When death comes around, that’s it. It’s over. Nothing I’ve done will be remembered and once the people involved with my life die, more of me will as well. The clock is ticking for all of us. And we’re nothing but a small microscopic spec in this huge universe.