I want your love. Love is a sweet killing specialization. Am I sweet?
So I've realized I went through stages of depression.
It used to be : "I hate my life, everything around me sucks, and fuck the world."
But now it's : "What the fuck am I doing? I could be LIVING. Why aren't I? Because I'm fucking pathetic, and I hate myself."
You say that I have so much to be happy about. You're right. But how come I'm not?
You don't understand...it's not the life around me...it's just me...
I can't tell you.
My goodness...What am I going to do?
Why am I such a terrible person?
I wish I wasn't me.
I wish I was better.
I wish I lived the life I wanted to live.
But then again, who's actually living nowadays?
-Wallflower.
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