everyone says i have everything. my home is full of things. but actually on the inside. it's empty.

god is making fun of me. since uhh. secondary school. really. stop it will you? quit making fun of me. it ain't funny man. a really long story and i'm not gonna post it up here. way to long man. too long. so god. QUIT making fun of me already. thanks.

i've come to a point in life where i live with nobody. in a sense. now every morning i wake up with no one at home. no one to talk to. no one. i live with myself. get along with myself and juz do whatever myself. this is boring. who can actually say that he/she cares about me? or maybe just that i dont know?