would be my head a pressure cooker, he would through the whole print implode
everybody's talking at me, I can not think straight take
I will always be fat, no it can not go on, I'm doing continue as before and then disappear in the vortex of time until I'm just skin and bones. I shall never say to anyone that I am healthy
my parents, my family, they hate me, I destroy everything, ruining any, my birthday, for me there is only competing with my problems I zertöre you, no problem only 364 days, then I'm gone.
they say, makes it to me too many problems, I should see miri not because they broke me and I think just because you fuck you fuck you
know nothing
all die on everyone leaves me alone, I'm sitting here with shit dramedy series and think about the
me to death is only one question
when he comes to get me at last?
all I can no longer simply
no, I can absolutely not
Thanks for nothing.
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