AHHHH i hate this whole crappy feelings inside of me. i really hate it.
it's eating me alive piece by piece.
i hate that feeling of waking up with regrets overwhelming me.
with tainted love suffocating me.
surrealism is my world now.
everything seems so, so so unexplainable. yet so real at the same fucking time.
i hate it.

can somebody just hold my hand,sit beside me and just talk to me saying that everything will be alright.

and pls dun judge me by the words i use.
who am i, u can tell me.
but are u sure u're in the right position urself to tell me that?
i know i'm not.


The Killers - Mr. Brightside