Nobody reads the bloody shit coming out of my keyboard. So much crap in each heart already. When is anything going to change? I've tried. And now I wait - for always trying to live and not just living is so so tiring. No - it's a lie. I still try. I talk about the above crap.
I want to be alive. I want to be satisfied. Not in everything - I know it isn't possible. But at least in one thing concernig myself.
Sometimes even honesty can be boring - when I use no code to express it. And as well joy can be pathetic.
Trapped.
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