Rant.
I don't get it,
Why does everyone think it's so easy?
It's not that easy, there's a lot of thinking involved to solve such things.
Too much!
Why can't I combat my own thoughts, why?
I want an answer.
My conscious is killing me from the inside, it's getting out of control, I can't hide from it.
Oh Jasmine, you're so ugly.
Oh Jasmine, you're so stupid.
Oh Jasmine, you're so pitiful.
Oh Jasmine, you're so hated.
Oh Jasmine, you're going to kill yourself, soon.
I want it to stop.
I want it to stop! Now!
Why?
Why can't I combat it?
Do I need meds?
I've sworn to never take meds-- I won't let them make me,
I want to conquer them on my own. Some hope I got there, but I refuse to take antidepressants!
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