Dreams had come to an end.
I guessed I'm sick of everything.
Sick of school.
Sick of those bullshit teachers!
Feel like dropping out.
I hated school.
I'm effin' tired of my parents.
Bitches, bastard!
I hate to hear people nag me.
I hate people who judge me.
I do drink.
I do smoke.
So what?
Who are you to judge me?
Fuck off! Please. You making me sick! Fucking sick!
I'm sick enough to die.
Sick enough for being a human living in my own world.
The easiest way to end this game that I should ended long time ago is to DIE
Courage is an empty meaningless word.
Courage had leave me since I'm a kid.
All I have with me right now is SICK & FEAR
I'm fucked up, exhausted, no longer can handle whatsoever it takes to be much more stronger.
