Decisions of a future based on nothing.

so here i sit. i've come to this. now there is nothing left. somehow ive ended up telling those i thought that mattered to fuck off. ive got no place. ive got no soitude. to what ive comitted myself ive said goodbye, though i do not care. its better this way. im better in my quiescence. there is no home. ive met myself and met my dispsition of existence. whatever that may be. to exist, it seems like such bull. fuck it, i dont even care enough to finish this thought here.

 

I don't know what to say, and the fact that I'm even responding may upset you or may not even phase you, but I wish you the best.

 

this is a delicate issue it seems for him, i wish we could help, but i dont know what to say

 

goodday to you, those who met me in text. though this thread sounded lost and full of hopelessness, it has a place in positivity. my lack of place came with the realization of the fact that i have no home, in the sense that in no place can i find peace of settling. to those i told to f off, well, it is in the sense that i know, as well as they do, that there is no place that i have been understood. and though that sounds somewhat cliched, as we all feel that way at times, i have always lived with that fact. but i welcome my solitude, and my state of existence, and will find my place, though it seems that my place is no place, or rather nomadicy. to all those who have come, i thank you.