I don’t care about much but myself.

And I told myself I’d never be like this. Now I know, though. That we’re born alone, live alone, and die alone. Struggle alone. 

I’m gonna miss my baby boy. I won’t see him grow up. He’s already growing up so fast, it hurts. I’m gonna miss his laugh, that smile, his chimp like features, him.

I don’t know what makes me happy anymore because now that I realize that nothing gold stays, whats the point of admiring it anyway? If it’s going to be taken from you in the long run then what’s the point?

This isn’t fair to you. I’m showing you something and then I’m ripping it away from you the next second. How selfish and stupid of me.