Horror.

I feel like a fucking tool. Useful when people need me. Chucked aside, useless.

I guess everyone has this feeling. I wonder how it feels like to be of an importance. Maybe I'll never get to feel this feeling. Hahahhahah.

I just need an affirmation, an affirmation from you. A fucking " you did me proud " would be good enough. Bloody four words. But sigh. Never good enough.

Works are all piling up. God knows his plans for me. But whatever it is, I'm not liking the process of his plans.

Goodbye.