We do are failures, not even gonna question that. Call me a shallow but aren't we design to fail and fail and fail to get failed once more at the end of the day?

I have lost count the numbers I failed. I failed peope I loved, I failed people I hate, I failed life and above all I mever seized to fail myself. 

I am tired, I don't know how many times I have written these three words in the course of past 10 years in here. But I queas, it's alot.

It's different though. I look around and I am rootless, I am mindless, faceless, thoughtless, I have nothing. Not even my words, they have left my side and now I am uaing words belong to others. 

How can u exist yet never be? How can u be and never exist. I belong with the shadows, the shadows covered me since I was born. I can remember, lately I cam remember myself as a baby. I can remember the frustration and I can remember thinking like I do back then. How old was I? Days? No memory should exist but I have memories of the same shadows covering ke now.

I knew it, didn't I? I never could live a normal life. I am one of those, called lost souls, however, there is no soul. They just cannot find any other suitable word to fill the shalowness of the thing we are.

How can u be a self-centred when there is no center in ur life whatsoever? I am thinking about death and the opportunity of not committing to the natural course of life. I am thinking about all the times I felt lost and ignored it or fed it till I wanted to be gone forever. 

Look for a reason to carry on, they say. I am bitter, I am resentful, I am empty. There is a curse on me, a strong one, an unbrokable one. I am the curse myself. Wot a moron. They said go on and I did so. They said atop n I still went on.

I feel my existence doesn't fit my body or my life. Both r in constant torment n I am responsible for this neverending agony. 

Life doesn't suit me. Nothing does.