I want to cry. Ugh. Why do I have to think in everything? In every single thing?
Some people may wonder why I’m always to quiet. I don’t have a lot to say, or should I say, anything I could say wouldn’t be taken with good eyes. And when I do talk? Nobody listen. I have to repeat myself two-three times before someone pay attention to what I’m saying. And I hate repeating myself. So what’s the point? So, I just sit there and listen and watch at everyone.
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just finished last day of shooting at criminal minds. about to board a high speed non-stop rocket to Gublernation! see you all there
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When you have so much to tell and no one there to listen. One day my head will just..explode.
Can I just disappear? I hate myself. I hate people. I hate everything. I don’t see the point in anything anymore, if I ever did.
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young man riding a bike into the future
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Las palabras son lagrimas escritas. Las lagrimas son palabras que necesitan llorar. Sin ellas, ninguna alegría tiene brillo, ninguna tristeza tiene final.
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