Oh gosh, this **** is killing me I hate the way I am I am hateful and so ******* jealous But also I am kind, amicable, sweet and all those stupids things.
I am not good for this things or for write what I feel But here I am Writing in this ******* ****.
Ha! Like if I like doing this This is not my thing Usually, I don’t express myself and I keep it all for me
I don’t like to share them I think that I am just catching attention So I better shut up. To be honest, I am more hateful than amicable.
I feel like I am just a decoration When someone needs me, they come to me But when they don’t, they left me And I am getting used to.
But u wanna know one thing? I think I am happy Yes, Happy Because I know that this is my life and that I will never have someone always by my side.