How r u?

No... 4 realsies tho... How've u been?

We haven't TALKED much recently, so I just wanted to know what's been going on with u... Last time we talked u were going thru some shit, so I just wanted to see how it all turned out, and see if ur happy now.

U know, I've always liked u. I've always thought u were special... That's why I really want 2 know: HOW R U? I mean it when I'm asking, so I'd like a real answer. I believe that your feelings are REAL, and I VALIDATE them--they aren't just the feelings of some random person who I don't even care abt.

4 Realsies though... How've u been?

How's ur family?

R u still friends with __________?

Do u still talk 2 ur ex?

What've u been up to in ur spare time? Still working at that job? Still hang out with our old mutual acquaintance?

I understand. Things change.

No, 4 real tho... How've u been?

How's ur career / education going? That seems like a reasonable life plan. I am very proud of you for what you have achieved. You are so special, smart, and awesome, and I know you're going to be one of the best at what u do.

But lk how R U? Like just be honest and tell me how u r 4 real... Is everything really alright? R u really happy? I really want to talk about this with u because I feel like we mean it 4 real.

We need 2 catch up more often. I wanna know how u r every day. Every moment. Every minute... Just tell me how u r, bb...

I feel like we really 'get' one another, so when we tell 1 another how we r, we RLLY mean it, and we REALLY understand where the other 1 is coming from.

How r u?
4 real...
How r u?

I h8 everything.

I h8 every1 and wish nothing but the worst 4 every1 and their terrible lives. There is no life more terrible than my own, but at the same time, I believe that all of our lives' are the same, and yours is terrible, too.

Nothing has been taken away from me because I had nothing all along.

I am alone. You are alone. The moments where we believe that we 'understand' one another and have something special are lies. The excitement and stimulation that we share is the unhealthy euphoria of the human experience that our entire civilization is built upon.

Every relationship I've ever had has been a mutually-agreed-upon lie, until we broke the mutual agreement, and entered into a nuclear war where we took out our own anger at ourselves on one another. We never had any hope.

I do not believe that there is any beauty in the world, and any one who creates anything that tries to inspire ppl to feel otherwise is an ugly, filthy liar. Said artist is probably living in a dreamworld, spreading dreamworld propoganda to the masses to make pple

I am not depressed. I am coming to terms with reality.

I h8 everything. Culture. Music. Technology The Internet. Film. TV. My friends. My family. All of the things I own. The things I am wearing. The things that I once believed made 'me.' The dreams that I once had that I thought would fulfill me. I am just trapped 'doing shit', and 'talking about that shit' and it doesn't even matter.

For many years, I have only cared about myself. My entire life. Every time I have empathized with any one else, or shared a special moment, I was actually having an inwardly vulnerable moment where I was just fighting against loneliness and isolation.

I h8 everything.

I truly believe that there is nothing left 4 me 2 accomplish in this world.

I believe that even if I accomplished anything, it wouldn't matter. There is no amount of money, critical acclaim, or abstract buzz that could make me feel like I had done something meaningful. Any one who has ever felt 'proud' of something that they have done is a simpleton, searching for praise from people with distorted values.

I h8 everything, and I have given up on the pyramid scheme known as 'the human spirit.'

There is nothing left.

I h8 everything & every1 & the world will nvr be a better place & there is nothing that I coulda/shoulda/woulda done 2 make it a better place or even obsess over making other people happy just to make myself happy.