The feeling sucks so badly.
Like the fact that everything gets to you & how helpless you can be.
One day when we're completely devoid of what we are, maybe things will turn for the better?
I should have stop believing long ago.
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how reckless
footsteps to the nomad world
shrieks
loud fucking shrieks
like your heart shedding to nothing
to be perfect
to be whole
to be appreciated
to laugh & to smile & to giggle & to chuckle till bleeded.
fucking humans
selfish they can be
refusing to forget how they all walked away to every tragic, though littest things
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Because how much I wanted to tell you how much I hoped time will turned back.
You agreed to be there but silent. That I know.
editin at 9.10pm
I don't know who to trust. Sucks to know everything. I feel like collasping.
Being emo is definitely the conceptual of solitude. Feelings so strong yet not being expressed.
Fuck life & fuck mind can.
& It's funny when people read & don't know a single shit. It's okay I don't wish anyone to be confused & disgusted or even irritated. I don't know who cares but I know I've started to treat myself badly.
I don't even know how to use or even say thankyou anymore.
21moredays to deadline of two goals.
Reading book listening to emosongs. I don't know how to make people smile. Maybe I've become selfish, but isn't the world also like that. Aahh I don't know anymore.
I wished I could answer I don't know to every question I had to answer.
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