'Saturday, December 05, 2009} Y
Im sick of life.
I AM FUCKING SICK OF EVERYTHING.
My room reeks of maggie and thanks to it, im beginning to
have tremendous hair fall yet again.
Im sick of instant noodles.
Ive got a wound on my head and
i cant stop picking it.
Im sick of the scabs.
I bruise easily and ive got countless of bruises on my legs.
Im sick of the bruises.
My tailbone hurts occasionally.
Im sick of the pain.
Well, to make things simpler,
Im just sick of every single thing in my life.
Im even sick with myself.
If i could kill myself, i would.
Seriously, ive been getting more and more
frustrated as days goes by.
I myself donnoe why.
The weather has been a bitch,
The traffic has been a bitch,
Everything suckballs.
_|_ Life.
Dark Blessings upon Thy. 4:37 AM
