My presentation sucked. Big time.
I'm doing silly things, things I would never have done, just to distract myself from worrying. Oh god, when will this stop? Its getting too bloody impulsive and compulsive for my liking.
I hate my life.
Hitting the lowest of low.
Never knowing the reason why.
Its not that it feels bad that I'm worried about.
Its the fact that I don't feel anything at all.
Blood. They say its the sign of life.
I'll bet if my veins were cut open. Blood wouldn't flow.
I dont care.
No one cares.
No comments:
Post a Comment