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So what if everything, and I mean everything, falls apart?

Friends, grades, family, love...everything which make up your life.

You lose interest in what used to be your favourite things.

You lose out to everyone else in everything.

You lose, to life.

Ah fun. Coincidences are merely coincidences.

There's no such thing as fate or love or crap like that.

No, life don't offer you anything, you get them yourself.

But what if you give your best, and get nothing in return?

Absolutely.

Nothing.

At.

All.

Is this what it means to be human?

I'm not complaining.

Just thinking.

What can be done to make this all better?

Disappear.

Coincidences are merely coincidences.

Love? What is that?

Teach me how to smile again.

True friends can be so hard to find.

Oh I'd like to learn how to make it better. But it betrays our conscience.

My conscience.

What's the point of memories if they can't continue?

What's the point of hard work if you don't get anything?

Taken for granted.

I'd like to see you smile.

I'd like to see your smile.

Ah.

So we live life like a routine.

Nothing interesting.

Repetition.

Repetition.

Repetition.

...

So we keep going.

Keep counting.

Let memories fade to dust.

We move on.

Oh wait, you move on.

Yeah right.

What a joke.

Cruel joke.

Life.

Being too nice never brings you anything.

It hurts.

Burns.

Drains.

Makes you pay.

So does money matter now?

Love.

What is that? Can you teach me?

Friends.

Define them.

Smiles.

I have forgot how to do that.

Grades.

Fuck.

No.

We do things we don't like.

Because we're forced to.

Never get what we want.

Need.

Lower expectations.

Get less.

Raise hopes.

Get nothing.

Get hurt.

Get hit.

Pain.

Ouch.

Ah.

Oh, nothing matters anymore.

Coincidences?

Yeah.

Fate?

Fuck that.

Love?

I need a dictionary.

You are my dictionary.

Teach me how it feels to live again.

Breathe again.

Even though you take my breath away.

Oh wait.

Sweet talk.

Dosen't work for me.

Might for someone else though.

Why me Josh?

Ah. See what the school does to us?

Why me?

Haha...

We type that so often, it loses its meaning.

Laugh.

Smile.

Teach me how to smile. Please?

Down to three.

Ah desperately holding on.

What's the point?

There's nothing you can do.

Like you said.

So I blame it on myself.

Myself.

Me.

Walk alone.

Meet my friend, his name is My Shadow.

Friend.

Define it.

Love.

Find it.

Wait.

Teach me.

Love?

No, it dosen't exist.

Nope.

No.

I miss you.

Wait, more like.

I missed you.

Homies?

No more.

Go back to my prison.

Walk alone.

Ah fun.

Ah fun.

Ah fun.

There's no such thing as fate.

All that love bullshit.

I don't belong here.

I don't belong anywhere.

Love?

What's that? o.o


Oh, so everything starts to fall apart.

And I mean everything.