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goes on even when everything went wrong. No, it don't help. I need a holiday, to faraway. I need to escape and stop thinking about all the shits I am thinking now (a days). Or maybe a holiday might not even help to chase away the shits. I hate it when I have to turn to extremely nice people and vent my fucks at them, making them feeling fucked up as well. I hate. So hate. So I will never look for anyone to talk to anymore. I will keep them all to myself. Even if it means that I have to cry and cry and cry and scream and scream, I will. I really don't want to complicate and add on to other's burdens anymore. It's so not fair. Anyway, it've always only been myself anyway. I tried my best to stay focus, be who I wanna be, change who 've been and concentrate on what's only important. But, I can't. I failed fucking again. I've gone through this millions of times and I am still back here feeling I used to 've felt. I fucked myself and my life up like fuck. Fuck. |
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