sometimes i feel like being chunked into a washing machine of emotions.
1. who the heck would care. from tomb to womb, you came alone and you're going to die alone.
2. vulnerability; these people would turn their back from you.
i feel so lame, even typing these...i dont want to elaborate. BLARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. no wonder mental hospitals/asylum exists. i used to think that why would anyone in the world would turn crazy.