Monday, 8 December 2008

I will never understand this irony of life.
I hate it.
My life ALWAYS seems to be screwed up.
One thing or another ALWAYS happens. Im a loner. I admit. People are nice to be around, but most of the time, I like to be alone with my thoughts.
Sometimes, I really just want to run away.
I have been suicidal. I have had those thoughts. Living is harder than dying. And every day I slowly drift to the obscure.
The happy face? That's just an act.
I don't procrastinate, I hate everyone.
If I were to die tomorrow, I'll die with no regrets.
And I doubt anyone would even notice I'm gone...I mean...I was never here, right ?


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