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You know what I fucking hate most to hear? But, you're so strong. I know you can do this.
Fuck them all! Who the Hell ever said I was strong?! I'm not strong, and even if I was, I'm not anymore. I'm just so fucking tired. I need to rest. I can't fucking be strong all the time. That's why I want to die. I'm just so fucking tired. I'm not strong, and if I am strong, I'm tired. I'm too tired to go on. Can you tell I had a talk with my mother last night?
She told me that I just need to distract myself, and I told her that I've been trying to do that for as long as I remember, and that I can't. She said that I just need something challenging for myself, to do whenever I'm not at work or school. Yeah, so I'm officially not allowed to whine to my mother until I'm the best guitar player ever. That's what she told me. So, I either have to sulk to myself and die, or become a great guitar player, with sad moody songs, and then die in a blaze of glory, when even that challenge can't keep me distracted anymore. The sulking thing sounds a lot easier... Why does she have to give me stupid choices like that?
I should just off myself right now. God, I don't want to go to work today. I did something bad, and I am so fucking afraid of losing my job. How am I going to pay my bills?
Fuck them all! Who the Hell ever said I was strong?! I'm not strong, and even if I was, I'm not anymore. I'm just so fucking tired. I need to rest. I can't fucking be strong all the time. That's why I want to die. I'm just so fucking tired. I'm not strong, and if I am strong, I'm tired. I'm too tired to go on. Can you tell I had a talk with my mother last night?
She told me that I just need to distract myself, and I told her that I've been trying to do that for as long as I remember, and that I can't. She said that I just need something challenging for myself, to do whenever I'm not at work or school. Yeah, so I'm officially not allowed to whine to my mother until I'm the best guitar player ever. That's what she told me. So, I either have to sulk to myself and die, or become a great guitar player, with sad moody songs, and then die in a blaze of glory, when even that challenge can't keep me distracted anymore. The sulking thing sounds a lot easier... Why does she have to give me stupid choices like that?
I should just off myself right now. God, I don't want to go to work today. I did something bad, and I am so fucking afraid of losing my job. How am I going to pay my bills?