I like to hold hope that someone out there is genuinely interested in getting to know me and spend time with me. But as each day goes by I lose more and more hope. I lose self worth. I start becoming angry at the world on how it treats everyone and how others perceive their actions as harmless when in fact it wounds someone else.

Each action has an equal or opposite reaction.

You want someone to know you and as each attempt is met with failure you become frustrated, angry, upset and then no one wants to be around you… I understand why old men are always angry. They found out that no matter how hard they try, the won’t get what they want. So you become complacent and so I guess that’s why I chose Deathinliving a metaphor that even tho you’re alive, you’re not truly living. You go about your day to day life and before you know it, it’s gone.