kill me please!

sometime, someone

This is what you get when you have sentiments. Complications. Less concentration. Social cut out.

In short-bullshit.

This is me. I am you. I am you because if you are reading this i know you are too- pathetically wasted by things.

If you too have a situation where you cannot let it out- let die, not you, your hope. Hope that one day it will all work out. Whether or not you like as it won’t. It’s so bad and rude. I can't even concentrate on writing today. 

Just the world to let know i am upset and i am isolated when i want to burst out.

I need someone to hear me say. 

JGTFO. I am sorry.

Completely my mistake to have bothered the bullshit world with my opinions of respect and care.

It’s my fault that i am living with curiosity of understanding littlest things that i ended up like this. 

Totally broke.

Don’t bother me with what happened. I might say a few cuss words.

I wish you could have a peep through to my life-this way and i would have loved you say- Get over It Totally. It's a stupid feeling short lived. 

That is what i am, i am agitated to have lived and met you in the first place and then have had this bullshits of sympathy by my side.

Sometimes a silent soul in the near future breaks down and gets insane. 

I guess i am that sometime.

And since you are reading it, you too are that sometime, someone.

LOVE,

insanets