its crazy its my daily habit how one minute im laughing with my friend and when i go home i think of ways to end my life
The matrix, magnus, hand it over Die Die Die Fall Fall Fall And with that, unicron my master, I shall make you my slave
Galvatron
I wish people cared more about comforting me like I constantly go out of my way to comfort them. then somebody does something that makes me think “wow, maybe this is the first real person to also recognize me as a human being. maybe they actually care.” and Im never right . they just want more. I am drained of empathy and compassion at this point, two things I always thought I was good at
