you know what the funny thing is…
…about my fucked up life? it is that i know everyone only likes to see a happy and cheerful person. everyone likes the funny, happy go lucky guy. nobody likes the depressed soul. and guess what? i’m fucking sick of life. i’m fucking sick of pretending everyday’s a jolly good day. i’m fucking sick of acting like my life is such a joy and that i don’t have a care in the world. i’m fucking sick of it all. what’s wrong with the world? what’s wrong with my life? why does it suck so much? i fucking hate my life. no, it’s not that i’m ungrateful. fuck that shit. look into the fucking mirror before you look at me. why am i alone? why am i fucking alone again? god, kill me. just fucking kill me. why have i been hoping to get cancer since i was 12? because i just wish i could die and be free of all this fucking pain. just free me. please free me..
