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2:31am

We're all trapped.

Stuck of being who we are. Opting a fight to change ourselves, of what we do and who we are.

An endless struggle of getting nowhere and inflicted of pain can't almost bare. Maybe too fucked up to

unavoidable reality of finding happiness whenever it is,whatever it is.

I am an unhappy person. And what's more worst? your fighting over yourself. Over and over. That the real

enemy are your own thoughts an actions. Wishing that everythings perfect, wishing your life to be perfect.

I asked myself, am I living or merely existing? that I couldn't answer.

I'm tired of crying and begging off. Sometimes I fantasized death. Its the easiest way to escape pain for

a while. And then I get tired, more remorsed and worse. That's why I envy little children most. They

had the ability to be a happy of simple things, capable of creating their own happiness.

Everday is like I am being hunted. Pierced. Tortured. A nightmare of its own. How I wish I could be numb.

A little less fragile, more carefree and go back of being a normal person. Easier said than done.

There's toooo much drama in this world and it kills me.

Melancholic sets in. For a moment you wished everythings alright- that's what you fuss to make

things better: "Everything's gonna be okay". Human nature intends us to be presumptious.

But reality bites. You can't undo whats already been done.You can't change what's already destined.

Someday, somehow, you still have that tiny hope in you that soon things will fall in its proper places.

That eventually you can have a smile and peace in your heart. When time finally allowed all wounds to

be healed. When you know you've screwed up and learning to move on with life.