these are nothing

Everything is actually nothing.

You think you have the world, you act as if you do, but in actual fact, what you have is nothing more than emptiness and the dark. The air around you. That's about as much as everything can get.

Actually, I only want to see you. To touch you. But more important than not, to talk to you.

That's all there is to it.

No need for all these sadness and what fuck. Nothing like that.

No need for all those fuck. There are other people out there, suffering more than any of us.