Found myself awake at three am.. alone (what was I expecting?) feeling empty. And so I turned to social media. I tried to connect with strangers who share my interests… hoping a certain degree of this deep hollow feeling will somehow be filled with big words like YOU ARE NOT ALONE. IT’S OKAY. Hoping that the fact that the world is big should make me feel less lonely. I’m now unsure if this thought could ease the aches and the worries inside me… Or make it even worse by entertaining the possibility that a lot of people right now could be like me… And that life is really what it is right now – fucking miserable most of the time.  Antidepressants are mere placebos. Over time I realize the joke’s on the depressed and the miserable. We are fucking misfits. We hate ourselves – the only thing we truly own that validates our existence, when we really should be the bitches and bastards from hell wreaking havoc to anything and anyone who try to bring us down.