Waxing The Beaver Uncensored I'm sick

mately impossible to fix on me.

- I'm sick of everyone to be happy but me. - I'm sick of never knowing what to do and have no mind of its own.

- I'm sick to end up a doll used to pull it stopped being fun to play with her.

- I'm sick of not being able to mourn for me, and instead just swallow the tears, looking like I have no feelings. - I'm sick of my own moral not let me be really bad

.

- I'm tired of noticing things, and yet not dare to do anything to change the situation. - I'm sick of having a heart as dark as to be incapable of falling in love again.

- I'm sick of this fucking world, where all are just empty shells with nothing inside.

- I'm sick of everything goes wrong. - I'm completely

always so tired of feeling distant from others.

- I'm sick of not being able to tell my feelings to others for fear that they seem silly.

- I'm sick of I are going a thousand points of those who complain in this fucking post.

- I'm sick to keep breathing but at the same time, I'm tired of being afraidr) to write. Also, I have dream.

May you be nice,:

Lanier-Sama PS: It was silly to say that he would leave this day ... I have no other way to vent and it would be stupid to mess the new. So the entry is

enterior

forgotten.