i told myself a billion tyms that i cant treat frens mre then that
i told myself a billion tyms to never let history repeats itself..
but why...
why am i gng against my werds...
why am i being so weak..
why cant i do a simple thing...
nt letting history repeats itself..
it is so simple
but why
i dun have the strenght to fight animore
i dun have the strenght to look at the betta side of life
i dun have the strenght to run away frm reality...
why is it this way....
why does it have to happen,...
why did i say and let slip...
why cant i jus keep my thought to myself...
i jus hate myself..
i jus hate my life..
im not waiting animore
im not standing by the seaside praying fer someone to hear me
im not writing my diary fer a better future animre.
im not writing to be luved animore...
fer i know it will never come..
fer i know that its IMPOSSIBLE..
fer i know that nothing gud will ever happen to me...
but still i will pray to GOD
not fer a better future
not fer a better life...
not to be luved
but fer a place in his kingdom...
where the land lies cold, heaven
where the fire burn neverendingly, hell...
i dun care....
