each time i break, i come up with a brave, mature, confident, nonchalant front.
i laugh it off, shrug it off, i tell people what they wanna hear. they tell me its good i can think that way.
and then i drink. i drink everytime i can. and i sleep. and i don't dream. and i let time pass.
till i am all sober again. hoping that tomorrow would be the day i find peace with myself.
but that rarely happens. and by then something else would break me.
thus resuming this never-ending pattern of my sick sick sick life.
one day i will have the guts to throw it all away.
one day i will leap. one day i will fly.
till then. the pattern resumes.
like it or not. i tried.
the pain.
i cannot get use to the pain.
no matter how many times i go thru stuff like this.
i am pathetic.
and i should not be here.
i am tired.
and i suck.
as secondary school as it seems,
i hate myself.
and i knew i never stopped.
and i should not be here.
i am tired.
and i suck.
as secondary school as it seems,
i hate myself.
and i knew i never stopped.
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