that awkward feeling when you realize that there are people living, looking, having health worse than you but.. i still hate myself. because i can’t make my life better. because i just laying on a bed, reading books, imagining .. and know that you can’t play the guitar because of short and crooked fingers, you can’t write stories because you can’t end something ….
i will never feel myself OK if i stay in this conditions with rude people in school and no soulmates around.
thanks for attention, if somebody reads.
"I don’t want to go."
90 miles of heaven
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