domingo, 3 de abril de 2011

Fucked up, again.

"Nobody cares, why should I? I cause problems for everyone I care about so why should I stay? Why am I such a terrible person? Nothing I do is right. I don't understand. [...] I've lost the most important thing in my life. [...] I'm so fat, ugly and stupid, how can I expect me to be able to do anything right? I've failed at everything. There is nothing for me here. I don't want to go on. I'm so cold, please do something. I can't stand this empty feeling that I'm having. My head is horrible. Stop the pounding it hurts so much. I have no control over anything in my life. I'm breaking into pieces...
somebody do something."
(I didn't wrote that. But I felt it.)