17 agosto 2013

I was born.

Sometimes I ask myself if it worth it...

I say to myself "You will get out of this" "Calm down" "You can do it" ..."Is just people" ... just people...

Empty...

I've never feel that alone as I feel right now... never.
I've never wanted to die so many times as I want right now.

And I've never feel this depression so longer and deep and hard and all that can be.

You can't help people with depression, is not that you make them laugh once and all is over, is not that you talk and all is over...

There's no cure. I don't know what the fuck I'm waiting for...

Terrible angry all time, terrible sad, terrible stupid and terrible loosing people.

Yeah keep doing that... I'm going to die alone.

WHAT I'M WAITING FOR?

LOOSING WEIGHT?
GETTING HEIGHT????

JUST KEEP PRETENDING ALL WILL BE OK...

ALL SHOULD BE OK SOON... THAT'S LIFE, A FUCKING TRAP TO GET A BETTER PERSON ISN'T IT???

There's no second chances.

Noone loves me and I don't know how to love.


I just want to have peace in my mind, in my body... and just be... like others do. Just live.

But I can't, I don't know how to...

I should do it. Just keep going... becasuse somehow nobody cares.

Soy un producto chino. Desechable. En cualquier situación. Y ya no puedo más.