I'm pissed off, I'm really pissed off, I'm pissed off and I have no money to do all of what I want, I want to leave here; I want to go to any other place but this house, but this city, but this country.
People are too loud here, too noisy, too careless and late, they're so fulla words and no actions, I hate most people here.
"Jaz, I truly hate most of the shits around that are called ppl but I do love you gurl." That was my friend from ask.fm, I also do love her, like honestly.
People in this place don't usually encourage you to love them.
Tonight, something dear to me gone and maybe forever; a place that I considered shelter, it's gone now, now I have no place to go when I'm down. This fact has left me really really pissed and down.
I don't know what to hang on anymore, I don't have anything to love no longer.
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The diary of the unstable
DiversosI write here without thinking twice, I write here the scattered, the unknown to many,,,,, the unstable. I don't expect you to understand anything, I don't expect you to find it pleasant nor funny nor inspiring nor even beautiful. I didn't care to mo...
