Why do I feel like that?
Why do I h@te myself so much ?
Why can't
I be really happy ?
Why can't I feel the love of entourage ?
I'm trying, I'm doing my best, I promised ... but why
God, I'm tired, so exhausted. Disappointed about myself.
Why am I always sad ?
...
I really am the problem.
YOU ARE READING
Dear me,
Poetry(Attention des propos choquants, haineux envers moi-même. Mes pensés en transparence.) Je m'appelle Nina et je pense que j'ai besoin d'aide.
