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I have fallen deep down into the depression zone again. What's worse is that I have to suffer DAYS before my birthday.
I am already depressed, I have no one, NO ONE to turn to. Why when I mentioned that I am upset, people just have to make it worse why telling me why they are sad too. Hey! I am not here to listen to all the problems when I can't even save myself.
At times i really wonder, what am I to them? Am i even smaller than the particles in the air? Why ain't my words taken in at all? It's always them, them, THEM! Shucks.
I don't want to resign to fate. I know my life is not in the hands of Loneliness. It's all in up to me. I am the one who create all these. I don't want to listen to people's upset about little things. I am sick of people telling me about how upset they are with their love-lives or fanclub, sick and tired of listening to people telling me about their problems, their problems and MORE of their problems. When can it be me?
I know, I sounded selfish. But at times, one had to be selfish. What is my problem? I feel like hanging down my head and cry till I could sleep and open myself to find myself in the land of utopia.
I am already depressed, I have no one, NO ONE to turn to. Why when I mentioned that I am upset, people just have to make it worse why telling me why they are sad too. Hey! I am not here to listen to all the problems when I can't even save myself.
At times i really wonder, what am I to them? Am i even smaller than the particles in the air? Why ain't my words taken in at all? It's always them, them, THEM! Shucks.
I don't want to resign to fate. I know my life is not in the hands of Loneliness. It's all in up to me. I am the one who create all these. I don't want to listen to people's upset about little things. I am sick of people telling me about how upset they are with their love-lives or fanclub, sick and tired of listening to people telling me about their problems, their problems and MORE of their problems. When can it be me?
I know, I sounded selfish. But at times, one had to be selfish. What is my problem? I feel like hanging down my head and cry till I could sleep and open myself to find myself in the land of utopia.