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I'm so full of shit.
I lie all the fucking time.
What's wrong with me?
'I'm fine'
'Don't worry'
'I'm okay'
Do people still buy this shit? Do they still believe me when I say this rubbish?
I feel slightly bad now. The person may have actually cared about me...
Who am I kidding? Of course they don't. I wouldn't either. I'm too fucking useless for that.
But what if they did?
I'm so fucking delusional. I need to learn to shut up.
Now would be an awesome time for me to pass out and smash my head on something.
Best case scenario, I would be dead.
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