I am something that requires nothing. I am nothing to myself. Defines me with emptiness, that is all I've got. I'm ashamed of myself. I'm ashamed of everybody. I have nothing to be impress of, and I got nothing to offer the world. To be clear about myself. I'm a loser. I easily lost everything. I simply ruin my own life. Yes, I'm a loser and there's nothing to be proud of it. I am still in the moment of figuring out who I am. But clearly, I am nobody to everybody. Even my best friend don't know my real name. Bummer.
I need explanations, but explanations seems not to be matter now. I am completely lost my mind. I felt so lonely. But who cares.
