This has been weird. I write and write, and if someone, just one person, had read this, probably, doesn't understand at all...
I'm a weird person, okey?
Sometimes I would kill with a little knife each person that would see my face. And other times I laugh because everything seems perfect...
And there are times that I don't care about anything, my grades can fuck themselves, my friends can take a bike and go to the Artic, and my parents can take a nuclear bomb and swallow it. And I'm not happy about that, but maybe I'm not unhappy...
Maybe I'm just mentally drunk and I better go to bed.