booyalab - "I am obsessed with death. I am probably depressed. I mock the things people hold sacred because inside I am dying and alone, and see no beauty in the world, just misery and emotional starvation. That, of course, is merely a projection, and even though I'm aware of that, I take refuge in my sadness because I'm too afraid to be happy, because I can't stand the pain of losing happiness. Also, I have issues with my father who never loved me."