Part II
Sometimes I need a proof for my existence.
Cuz of this reason I cut myself. Sometimes.
Haven't you ever felt worn... stole, burn out and ... dead?
I've ate too much today. Now I've got pangs of conscience. But at this moment I don't care.
I will reach my aim. Sometime. Someday. I'll have to be thin. Not fat like now. Or will I just soothe myself?
That let my sordid sorrow just sparkle some more.
Is there ANYBODY who felt like me?
Thanks for reading
See ye next time
diseas