Just as I convinced myself that even tho, I don't wanna stay alive I should do it at least for my education. Because that's the only good part bout my life. It all falls apart. Every single thing that have been my reason to live for, has been ripped into tiny pieces by my dear parents. Do I hate? No,but do I hate that they brought me to this world? Hell yes. The thing I've never wanted life. I'm not living, i'm just trying to survive.

Now that everything is gone, what is my attitude supposed to be? If I still was the old me, the answer would be easy. Suicide. But I'm not like that anymore or at least no right now.So what should I do? I've lost interest in everything. I'm just gonna do whatever they say, turn my own mind off.

Isn't this what a zombie is like? A body with no soul, but still walking around. Wonder how many there are of us?