Seriously. Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with me. I seemed like nothing wrong right but I feel like a damn bitch and I just want to smash all the mirrors and everything around me and just sit in the mess and cry. Yeah. I'm mad, crazy. I know that. Dont say that I already have a damn good life and dont tell me to cheer up or dont tell me to not emo cause I cant help it okay. I know its like damn bitching but, all I can say is : sorry. I only know how say sorry, say I dont know. And its pissing people. I know. Sorry. :/ I just cant do anything to stop this swing. Like pendulum. Harder it swings, harder it hits back.
Sorry Dear. I'm trying to be optimistic. Sorry. I'm so useless. Really.
Why you two wont understand one. I say is Ms Anitha want see you you scold me for what. Wth. Wtf. Someone give me a baseball bat. fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker fucker.
Go and count. How many 'Its okay. :D'.
If you read this. Dont blame yourself. Or I might as well take a knife, put it infront of my chest, turn it towards me, and push it. Theres no difference.
I have loads and loads and loads of things I want to tell you. But it seemed, if I told you, I'll still be at the starting of the track, and most likely, you might just walk away. Walk and walk, smaller and smaller, and, gone.
You stand here. I stand there. What you cant see is, there's a river between.


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