Fuck
I hate that sometimes the littlest (if there's such a word) of all little things can bring me down.

Maybe that's sign of depression or a need of a therapist.

Or maybe I'm just being devastated cause I feel ultra transparent.

Or maybe I'm just pissed that I'm a screw up.

Or maybe I'm just bitter about all that's happening.



Noone ever give me enough time to speak.

Noone ever really care if I dying or whatever it is.

Noone ever gives a damn and it makes me not give a damn too.

I just wished I could sink like the titanic sometimes. (Ha-Ha)











-You don't have to rub it in my face, I already hate you that much.