Saturday, September 19, 2009
Sometimes, I really hate being myself.
I really don't know what happened that made my life like this.
I think I'm evil, I really do.
I don't even know what Im thinking or doing sometimes. Maybe I'm really wearing a mask for everyone to see. Maybe, beneath it, I have the look of the devil.
Noone understands me or even treats me well.
Not even you.
Im really sick and tired of it.
I really am.