Or are you just pretending? Why does s*** happen to me maybe because God hate me. I'm way more depressed than I sound. I hate my life. All that life is done to me is torture. Why does life hate me. Why does everyone hate me. And my piece of s*** that just came from a f****** dog's ass? That's probably why. If everyone hates me then I hate me too. Am I depressed or are you? The correct answer is I am. I'm depressed and you cannot say I'm not. I've been acting weird of the normal. I know. Was I born for this to happen? I believe that I was. You can't trust me. Can you? I'm more powerful than you think. I'm also more Brave than you think. I can't breathe right now and I'm scared that if I stop that I might start again. I don't have a choice other than that died. You want that don't you. You never wanted me to be alive did you? Do you know the real me? Or do you only know the fake one? The real me is a person that I tried to keep blocked away up in a cage. All my past memories are in the real me period on the fake me who keep those memories to yourself. I had those memories but they're better off unsaid.
