Don't be so condescending to the depths I'm descending; I'm not asking you for anything at all.

Life just suck basically, and I'm just too tired to jot down anything worth mentioning. Life is what you make it, and if I hear that one more time from myself, I'm just gonna choke myself to death. HONESTLY.

I guess it's never easy to ask that someone to trust you without giving him/her the same trust in return. I wish things were less complicated.

I'm not being bloody sensitive. You just don't know the truth about me, and how much I'm hurting inside for reasons you wouldn't understand, not in a millions years.

It's easy to tell me to just be happy, when you're not the one dying inside looking for reasons to be happy.

/itrytobeme/

It's almost as if you enjoy watching me go through pain.

To love and suffer compromises; or not to love and suffer promises?

My mum thinks I'm pregnant, because I'm fat. Sure thing Mum, sure thing, can't wait till nine months is over so that you'll know I'm just bloody fat.

Fat hope, fat wish, fat me.

I was at my lowest point, but nobody knew because I carried on with the happy-go-lucky masquerade. Nobody knew, so no one rescued me from my own oblivion.