Waria3lis

Damn....i feel so tired fixing my broken self

Here we go again... Ehehhe... 

If I could give up my heart, I would. Just so I don't have to feel anything.

I Try To Make...
          
          Pause and now confuse
          Staring at the front
          White screen, stop, thinking
          Words, now hit four lines
          Done some reflecting
          Lies I've been telling
          What are they thinking?
          Words I've been counting
          Carefully choosing
          And reach the ending

Well I'm still alive lol.

What more do you want? This is tiring.

When will this end?

Life is a journey, death is the destination, and happiness is an experience of the moment and its memory.

Why am I crying when I'm 'the bad person'?

I feel so pathetic. A doormat. Why do I always have to care for people who don't even appreciate and just ignore me?