Sometimes I feel like a horrible friend. Sometimes a horrible daughter. Sometimes a horrible sister. And most of the times, I think, I'm a horrible person on the whole.

There's nothing that matters much to me anymore. Nothing really. Even if I die now I'd probably have no regrets or whatsoever. I don't feel like I have any shit to hold on to, or really worth remembering.

I think I'm giving up. I'm done trying. Guess it's not meant to be after all.