[Kaderin Triste]

I long for sunshine. This winter has gone on too long already...

Ah yes, here we are again. The deep emptiness inside coming out to play. Reminding me that I am absolutely forgettable. I know this to be true. It happens all the time. No one notices if I come or go. No one cares. People will protest this. They say they care, but they wouldn't even notice if I disappeared. Not right away. Maybe not ever. People love to claim that you matter when they think you're planning to do something "stupid". But they don't actually do anything to prove that they care. They try to talk you down; to convince you that you matter, but they can't do anything. They can't stop the darkness; the absolute emptiness inside. It is all consuming and it never goes away. It fades, but it's always there, always waiting to come back. And no one even cares. I am insignificant. I am irrelevant. And no one really cares, they just want you to think they do.