SpOoKyLoLiTa

I've been thinking a lot, I know we never used to talk but I . . I maybe understand now the way you used to feel, the loneliness. The fight.
The inner demons and the struggle to calm them down.

Sometimes I wish I still a child, to fix all my problems, to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. To not to think anymore, to not to feel I'm just a worthless dead load, SOMETHING, always there, not shining, being NOTHING. worthless. JUST WORTHLESS.
I'm trying to focus on my priorities, I don't feel the rage anymore, and that's what makes it more strange than usual because I . . . I have the same fucking emotions of a dead body.
But everytime I try to make something good, for me, for my existence, something always happens.
I've been thinking a lot, about my existence, happiness, eternal bliss, my perfect world, that nonexistent person.


Existence.
What a joke.