this might be a lie

Nobody cares. I walk between realities, trying to keep the balance, to hold the whole world, but I'm nor a god nor a hero. I'm just human, and most of the time I'm not even that. So I get it, people stop caring when I stop being human, they just want me to be human enough to be funny, to enjoy (with) me. I can't always be that person, I try, I need them to accept me so bad. Sometimes I'll do anything. But I'm a fake, I don't lie about that. I'm so fucking tired. It's hard to be that person right now. I just want to hide in my little cave, sleep, walk away, get lost, forget. I can't remember most of my life. That's kinda messed up. I don't find it surprising anymore. Why do you. I wish I didn't care about y'all that much, so I could really leave and not feel bad about it. I wish the day comes, when I finally disappear without anyone noticing, not even me. Sorry.