sinful memoirs

lost for words.

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I am utterly, incredibly disappointed.

In everything, in what I am in.

I am more than happy to wish that I have never been conceived.

Than live in a land of sins.

Sinners, sinners, pretending to be saint.

Sinners, sinners, tolerating pain.

I am a sinner myself, but shall I be held accountable to the sins I have committed?

Shall I be a demon then for expressing my thoughts on the matter?

Shall I rather be executed for expressing my thoughts on the matter?

Sinners.

Oh sinners.

I wish I was a saint.

In this land full of make believe and nothing but excruciating pain.

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I hate this. I really do. I hate this current situation. I hate this.