I can’t stand it anymore
Someone either just kill me when I’m not expecting it, or completely destroy this world. I can’t stand the stress of having to live. I feel like going to sleep. At least then I don’t have to live with the rest of the world, only my crazy dreams which I barely ever remember (probably a good thing, I have this feeling that they aren’t very nice dreams to stay in). And don’t say this is an emo post. I just feel destroyed. That’s all. Ok??
Maybe I’m going crazy. Whatever it is, I hate it. I hate it I hate it I hate it. It’s driving me nuts, and I feel like I’m going in circles, driving myself nuts more and more as I think over it and live through the horrible days of my life, experiencing stuff which drives it further into my mind, creating such annoying, stupid, painful…. umm…. pain.
Feels better to have got some of that steam out, or perhaps some of the craziness that is my mind out on paper, electronic or otherwise.