It Hasn't Hit Me Yet

It feels like a dream, I just didn't feel real. It brought back painful memories of 3 years ago. I couldn't cry. I rarely cry now.


You love doing this. You love taking them. You love making them suffer. When will you be satisfied?



Both in the manner. I thought this year you'd cut me some slack, after all the shit you've been giving me. I really thought so, even thought you were letting me have my way in a few things.


Then why did you go and do this?



Why?

I'm gonna miss you, tata

Depression Is Your Sick Game


These are my thoughts and views. If it really offends you, either you are a pushover or just a freaking baby, grow up