Kwajbasket and then I entered the void to find you 

and then i entered the void to find you - kwajbasket

Hindsight (NLT Release)

Flying

Exist, what a shallow word. Nothing makes any sense. I'm lost. Completely lost. They say that you could always get help. No.
Not when they leave. They all leave. They will one day, or they did. Counting only on myself does not suffice. I do my best every day but nothing fucking works. I am too fucking old too still feel the same, and my languages are not sufficient to express my emotions. I'm a broken teenager in a wrong, old, feeble body, and for fuck's sake i'm trying, but it doesn't fucking work. Try to exist, to express yourself in a sea of fakeness. Try to be helped when you're so much an empath that you suck all people's negativity. Try to appreciate the world and people when they profit, only profit of yourself, of a situation. Try simply to be, where everything around you is made to destroy you. And people get together, and they might become one entity strong enough to survive. But how is it for me, alone, lonely? Outcast. Breathing an air which stinks your own sweat. Pissing on another side of your shit mattress because you don't want to move. Considering a cardboard box as home, or toilet. Not caring anymore about technology. Leaving people alone because they already left you. Those who come back have so much pity in their eyes that it's a burden for them. Again, a fucking burden to people. J'en ai marre. J'en ai marre putain.

Mmdrza