I have been following what you want for a long time, but you are never satisfied. What I do always feels wrong to you. Don't you see, I try. I never try harder than anything more than I want you to be proud. But it turns out nothing works. I am indeed a failure. I am indeed something that is not wanted and I know that. I do what you want, do you ever know what I want? I think even what I like you will never know. When I follow what you always want and you don't even know what I want, then my efforts are clearly meaningless.
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Whispers of Silence
RandomSometimes you want to say something but it's too hard to do it. I'm just trying to say it. Fuck it if I get hate for this.
