I let myself be physically, mentally and emotionally abused without caring by whom or why.

I feel ugly. I look ugly. I am ugly. My esteem's just keep going downhill and I'm forcing myself to feel alright, to look alright, TO BE ALRIGHT for the sake of everyone else!

She knew all along that curiosity kills the cat. But sadly, the cat didn't die. She did, many times over.

I guess people just don't see how hard it is for me, to pretend nothing ever happen when there's a million diseased thoughts in my head, trying to force themselves out of my mouth that refused to open up and speak.

If my existence annoy you like hell, then why can't the hell you leave me alone?!

No more trying, for you. For anyone. Accept me for this emoshit I've become or get lost. I'm not changing myself for anyone, anymore.

IF STRESSING MYSELF OUT DON'T KILL ME ANYTIME SOON, YOU. FREAKING. WILL. Get that?

"He who reaps the tragedy you cry about feels more pain then you..."

"If only tears could cry from the heart, they would..."

When you lose faith, you become less than alive, but more than dead.