I hate my life. I've done nothing but stupid things. Really stupid things. It's all my fault. it's all my fault why I ruined my hope, my light, a real dream. I threw them away. Their all gone. I threw each one away without thinking. Just dumped it in the trash and didn't bother to think what will happen. I hate my life. I hate nearly every moment. Every thing I've done wrong I want to go back and do it again. Now I'll telling myself I messed up. And they'll never talk to me again. I'm the broken emotional one. The very emotional one. I say as I'm crying. I've been crying for an hour. I'm crybaby. A crybaby who won't stop crying cause nothing good will last. Every good comes to an end. Quickly. Very quickly. How quick it comes is based on how good it is. I messed up. And it's not going back.
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The Life of Me pt.1
SachbücherThis is my life, and the pain that comes with it. My story, and the loneliness that rides on it. This is the other side of StolenGiant, and there isn't a way back from it. So if you want to hear on how sucky my life is, read it. I honestly don't car...
