Hate
I've been so nervous and neurotic, that I can't even throw a single stream of words to this blog. Maybe now, I'm taking it more easy, but I feel sad.
There was so much time I spen't worring about studying, or 'having to', I hate to worry, it consumes me by the inside. I left myself behind, unhealthy. Depresion is cool to describe when you have overcome it. I've lost interest, the world is oppressing me. For this I may hope someone (I care) give me a hand, spit me a word or two, but instead, every time that no one (she doesn't) cares, I'll fall higher and harder. What are feelings, why can't be (fake) always happy?. Fortune tells me what to do. I think, I can do what it takes to do anything, but where I am going. I can't find a way to get happy, like in the real life ... good luck.