Rage Girl.

Yes, I'm angry, because she thinks I'll be here for her an eternity, and is true.

I saw born too many children. They are so little, so afraid... unprotected...

Why? Why? Why? (That's our word, Haku's and mine)

I'm so tired, so tired, I want to sleep and sleep and sleep... but it's a kind of tired that sleep can't fix.

I don't want this life. I don't want it.

And I don't like my "boyfriend." I don't enjoy being with him, I don't like his kisses, I don't like his face, I just don't know why I keep being with him.

I hate it.

"What do you want actually" (He said...)

People I've lost, If I get them back, will ended fucking me as hell before make me happy.

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There's something about Sunday night that really makes you want to kill yourself.

(no words)

I want to write... a lot of things, about a lot of shits...
about her...
about him...
about them...

but i can't do it ...i try...but i can't, maybe... there's something... that will make me write again (is it bad maybe? no more problems please)
i just can say i'm TOO TIRED now

yeah, "i'm twenty, and i'm already exhausted"

 words will come back to me, like a expensive rings