Before knowledge, be stupid
Before love, be weak
Before insight, be doubtful
Before sadness, be happy
Before success, fail
Before you die... live

For life is a rollercoaster
Sit back and don't fall   :)

I want to die

I get upset over really small things

I don't think I can do it

I'm just so fragile

I don't want people to see that

Don't want them to see me crying

'Cause it's so pathetic and ridiculous

I just smile when they pass by

I'm so weak

I feel helpless

Don't ask me what my problem is

I swear it's not worth it

I don't want to talk about it either

I wish I know what is wrong with me

I don't know

I'm just wrong

I am angry

At everything

Nobody understands

'Cause nobody's as weak as I am

I hate myself

No...

I hate that I have to teach myself how to be human on my own

It's okay to make mistakes

It's okay to mess up

But don't be stupid

Now they're looking at you

They're talking about you

Why are you so weird?

I am alone.

Why read a book?
People say for entertainment
Or to learn things
For me,  simply it is
To feel and to be somewhere

If you're like me
And you don't have a life
It often gets boring and sometimes...
depressing.

There's nothing that feels more fulfilling
than to have a book in front of you
You read and the words **** you into the novel
The rest of the world dissolves away

Reading makes me feel hopeful
That someday
I'll have a life of my own

Maybe I'm just one of those characters
who start out being loners
And later have adventures of their own
with their remarkable wierdo friends
and fall in love and such...

I don't know
Who can tell?
When you read,
It feels like anything is possible
I can't be that optimistic in real life
But when I read, I don't loose hope

Reality can be a ****** sometimes
But you don't always have to deal with it
Escape! If you can afford it

I can't think of any happy thought
My world is black and white
Oh, I'm color blind
I don't recognize the hue of my emotions
I think I'm depressed

Distant images, faded, memories
of me smiling, laughing...
we're they real? I feel not
For I knew I had been feigning all along
Now I don't know what real happiness is
It sounds to me like a made-up conccept
How do you know you are truly happy?