I don't feel like going out with people who I don't like, bossing me around, going with me and telling me what to do, monitoring what I can and what I can't do. This is not good. Why does bad stuff always invade my life constantly?! It's why I have to write about bad stuff all of the time, because it's true. I never figured out why I was put into this world for years in the first place if it's supposed to be like this, no one ever thinks that what I write is true, and all of that stuff probably seems fake to everyone. I don't want to die though.
I truly have been hoping that people would discover all of the stuff that I have discovered merely by thinking.
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