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Wattpad adding the premium version has ruined my this entire site for me. I can't do anything without being bothered by adds. Sad 

I republished my poetry book today. Edited some stuff, removed a couple irrelevant chapters. 
          I've got to mention, to anyone who decides to read it, that the first half of my book contains bad to mediocre quality poetry. There are some better ones too, but they've mainly been published after the first half of the chapters. 
          
          Even though I don't like all of them and they bring back bad memories, I won't be deleting them since they're a part of me and who I used to be. I need to accept those parts of me, and not be ashamed of them.
          Writing will always be the best way for me to cope with things that are painful. I'm grateful for every –past and future– reader who supports me and doesn't judge me for it. 
          
          -REBELLION-

wtf is up with all those spam bots

Probably gonna write a lot today

Nice people get treated so bad. They spend all of their time caring about others instead of themselves. They believe that there's good in everyone, and that usually leads to them getting hurt a lot. But the saddest thing about that is the fact that they'll eventually give up. They'll stop being nice. A bunch of hate can corrupt a good heart.

Hey, bedankt voor het voten op Zielsverwant! Ksoo Loo

I’m nothing. I’m a drifter.
          I have friends, but not lasting friends.
          I have loved, but nothing that lasted.
          I’ve had so many things that I wish I could change, but never have.
          I’m sad, I’m happy, and I care all too much and all too little at the same time.
          The pain never seems to fade though, the memories never seem to die, the reality keeps me alive, but it also makes me want to die.
          Everything in my life is in a constant state of wondering if I will ever be good enough or if I will even make it through the next week.
          Things are routine, things are hectic. And the most solid things in my life seem to be the most flaky.
          I want to sleep, but I want to explore the world.
          I need sleep, but no matter how hard I try, everything keeps me up.
          So when people ask me what I want to be when I grow up, I’ll say “I want to be something”.
          I’ve had enough being nothing.
          
          

Control can sometimes be an illusion. But sometimes you need illusion to gain control. 

Take everything from the inside 
          And throw it all away
          'Cause I swear for the last time
          I won't trust myself with you 

If you wanna get out alive
          Run for your life 
          If you wanna get out alive
          Run for your life
          If I stay, it won't be long
          Til I'm burning on the inside
          If I go, I can only hope
          That I make it to the other side