“Sometimes I wish I was dead I wish I wouldn't have to deal with this shitty life. I really wish my life was worth something. My life is worth nothing people act like I can loose anger, but you can never loose anger, you can only choose to over feel anger. anger is the last thing I care about. I just hate waking up to another lame, low-life, lousy, no point of living, day. theres no way I can envy life. one of these days it'll all end, the pain, suffering, frustration, memories, not worth living for maybe I can choose that day? Maybe?”
