Plain Echoes

I've been so down lately and nobody to talk to that been down the same road as me. So basically I just stayed to myself lately. Hyperventalating on life and gathering myself on who I am and my purpose on this blasted planet. I came to a conclusion that i am nothing more than a extra life on the planet taking up more space, having more money wasted on, and person that as nothing to offer in the world. Today I realized that my attempts to be someone is futile. I want to tell people but no one understands. When I want to be heard, there's nothing but plain echoes that was stuck inside my body. But when I don't want to be heard, it seems like the fucking press wants to know what's going on. When I want to be noticed, I'm like a ghost to everyone, unseen. But when I don't want to be noticed, everyone is around me like flies around a light. The things I never ask for always comes to me with so shit, it's not funny. For now on, I'm just gonna stay to myself, finish school, and go to a place where I want to deal with certain people and if I die, I'd die happy because I don't have to deal with people who pretends, don't care, or has no time for my words. Shit, I doubt ima be missed. I'm just gonna hope and pray everything goes my way.