I'm not depressed. "You heard me right those dirty ears out there? I'm NOT depressed. Maybe now all you can worry about is the health of my father, surviving coleigo and wonder why a person will be so monstrous.
Want to know WHY I'm a monster? Because I hide behind the music, my books and my writing so that nobody ever achieves EVER really discover me and I always end up losing. Implications? Very happy term, isolated from my friends and dedicating myself to an idol that can never fill me, I listen to music not think or imagine anything negative about the future that can surround me because my dad went to the doctor and told him that is sick and has to start to care.
Why I can not stone me already? Why do I have to be so horrible, so monstrous, so vile and evil? Why do I have to really kill all those around me? Are you sure I'm not just a virus in this world who is responsible for pollution at all?
I am ashamed of everything I've done yet if I can not do anyone happy. I refuse to mourn for my condition, I am filled with listening ears and eyes to distract solmanete novels, not to think "Hey ... you are really spoiling and rotting all around you as the rusty nail from the box."
not know what I need, who do not speak, I have many ears that would listen to me complain and cry and deshogo but I do not know which one is right. I do not know if Sarah, if I want to Ana or Rosie or any of my friends, I feel desolate and ironically sad, because the music coming from my headphones is not depressed.
I have nothing to do, I'm dying inside but out everything has to be well is not it? I have to laugh and be happy, act as if nothing happened, as if nothing had ever happened. I attacked from all sides, everyone wants to kill me, I need my nurse Connie rehabilitation, even I like her but we never hear me talk too much in these five days.
I love you dad.
sorry I was a monster these 16 years of my life.
sorry I was a serial killer without blood on their hands.
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