I want to have my life!
27 years of existence but still i can't have a so called Life.
What is LIFE then?
Everyday I wake up, I eat, I move, I speak, and then sleep again.
I got no stable work. I had it 3 years ago in a public hospital but i decided to change plans and go out of my box. And chaaaaran! I GOT NO WORK!
I depend my life to others (that sucks!)My parents? I have my father to live with. The relationship is bad. Of course the blame or the problem is with me. I am the daughter right? I must adjust to him. And i hate it! I cant do what i want because i am afraid to hurt him but in the end i still hurt him. And i feel guilty!!!!
I hate this feelings!
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Hatred and Guilt.
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Thoughts That Can't Be Spoken
RandomWords that no one knows. Words i can't speak. Words i keep within. Words that i want to shout.