I try my best to keep up and control whatever everyone hates of me, but it seems like its not enough.
One of my friends has to put up with me and my issues.
I'm mad and guilty with skittlestheskitty because of a secret (which is now out) she was meant to keep.
I want to kill a lot of people. One pushes me to the edge and I aboslutely hate him, he accusess me of plagiarism.
Another thinks I'm lying a lot and makes me want to smash my head in a wall. Another wants to fucking fight me because somebody made a fucking mean comment, which I didn't even fucking write.
And another one wants to fucking avoid me altogether. Just because of a FUCKING MIND BLANK TO RETURN SOMETHING I FUCKING BORROWED SOMETHING FROM HIM!!!
My life is starting to get messed up again and I don't know how I'm gonna fix it. I know I'm getting emotional and stuff but I can't just keep it bottled in anymore. I wanna fucking scream so much. I want to fucking punch something so hard. I wanna just kick something across a soccer field. I just wanna aignskdnsiahxHWNAICHQNBJAABCBHZBFHHCIWHDCBFUCKRHISHCHDJBFUVBFFUCKBEUFHSNDUBWHFHRSOCHBFUCKEBHBSISNKFHUCNFUCKBEUVNDJVHFNFUCKRHUVNEOVJRFUCKNEHFBJSNFIJSNFJCSHEIVHSDJABIEFHNISGRFUCKHAIBFUSNCRUCKEHJSNDIENFJVNEJLEHVUDNFUCKBSUCNWPQJNXICNFFUCKSNDINAJDIWHDICHFHFUCKEUSJSBJAJDINWKDKSJSJHSHAAAHAHAHAGAHAGAGGAGAGAGAGAGAGARAGAARGAGAHAHAHAHHAARAGGGGRHRDKWNZJSM!!!!!!!
I feel like I was shot by a thousand arrows, knives and bullets. And I feel like there's a hole in my heart. And that I can only feel pain.
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My life's diary...
RandomThe little book of my big life. The book of where I want to confess stuff. The book that I feel most at home.