i’m week with rocker-tall-white-handsome guy. well i’m just basically weak with handsome guy. my idea type never change how much i grow more older. oh did i mention *cough* YOUNGER GUY* yes. younger guy but not so young cause i don’t wanna go to jail lol
i have world in my mind. world where i’m someone important. someone famous, someone superstar.
time to time i do wonder how is people in my mind doing. time to time i wish i’m with them doing something big. time to time, when comes the time i wonder about them , i would get hurt. why am i here.?
Sometimes i do wonder if this meds really help me. Does it really working?There a time when i thought i make some progression, the voices inside my head laughing at me.
When i think ah this shit won get near me anymore, In split second million feeling hit me hard
I was fine 3 minutes ago. I’m smiling, laughing with my family, playing with my cat, drinking starbuck, watching drama but then out of nowhere i start to feel shit.
I’m dying inside. I don’t wanna be here. This is not my place. I wish i can live inside my head. Together with people i wish i know them.
I am not well; I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.
Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice (via surqrised )
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