empty

"I wanted to write down exactly what i felt but somehow the paper stayed empty and i could not have described any better."

I fucking hate myself to the point that i want to kill her.

Let people judge me and think like they know everything.

This night, i am thinking of dying. I don't know, but i feel like i can not stand it anymore.

I always have nightmares and i always remember it. I have no more, not even myself.

Everyday is boredom, it bores me that i am sick of it. I am worthless, i am fed up.

This ache in my heart, can i bear it any longer?

Maybe i should just going tomorrow. Just trying to get through the day.