okay this is gonna be a short post.
aft this incident, my depression crisis, has returned once again.
life is terrible. i think.
why does it always have to happen, and pull me down from the peak of my happiest days?
i was so close, just so close, and it had to happen?
why am i always caught in the gunfire? do it, but keep me out of it! isnt that okay?
crushed.
i am crushed.
yes, do your stuff, and leave the rubbish.
leave it for me to clean it up for BOTH of you.
why am i the one who always has to indulge myself in this ridiculous happenings and help all of you get out of it? why must i be the one to clean up? why must i be the one to cool you down? why must i be the one to manage to draw, a line??
just shut up. shut that trap up. close it. and dont open it. is that so difficult? why must you go on and on and on and on and on?!?!?!?
suckers. do your stuff then. i shant care, anymore.
goodbye.