To all of you American girls It's sad to Imagine a world Without you American girls I'd like to Be part of the world around you Driving a car by the seaside Watching the world from the bright side

My life hangs on a very thin thread

Someone tell me they are proud of me

God cursed me with an evil heart.

I feel angry again

Every day I come here to complain, what a beautifully pathetic experience

Wish i could post pure emotions on here like a mix of words and sounds

Need to start getting more mean to these randoms

What in the fakecel is this

There's no fun to be had in between these walls, alone. No meaning to be found

I wish I wasn't so sad all the time

Time is always against me, too fast or too slow.

I am hiding in here

I can't breed

The government will have to take its money from my dead body

i live way more in my own world than in other peoples world and i think thats not a good thing

The blood memory of my ancestors guides me

I'm starting to accept the idea of my own death more and more

i have given up on succeeding in my life having a successful life is no longer a realistic goal for me instead im just trying to make the most of the time i have left but if thats not panning out if the time i have left is confined to suffering then what is the point of staying