| Current mood: | depressed |
Detached.
I need help to sort out this fucked up brain of mine. Self reflect. Isolation.
The tears can't stop falling. The only thing I can do is to walk away now. I feel my self destruction button growing bigger and bigger...
Good bye. I know I won't be missed. Not at all. I am sorry for the trouble that I had caused.
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