exhausted

i find that keeping up with the world exhausts me, keeping up with people is even more exhausting.

 looks like you're screwed mate. my heart whispered viciously. fuck. i think i made the wrong turn. as i was about to turn around, the road seemed to change, and now each end is a fucking cul-de-sac.

depressing thoughts are better expressed than let it lay still in the corner of one's mind.

sometimes i feel like screaming out to the atrocity of all these false pretense. but im too weak. yep.thats the problem. im too weak to even stand up for myself and tell you what a bitch you've been. life. i hate you.