What is the matter with living and have nothing to rely on? Why everyone around gets someone or something to live with and how did they get that? Actually, I know I have a problem, but if someone got something good in life, I just get furious and jealous, but at the same time angry with myself, judging my soul for being a bad person 'cause I was cursing happiness. Why is this thing called life so hard? Fuck it. I'm 21 years old, what should I know about it? Practically nothing right!! But I'd like just a little bit more of sweetness instead of this load of bitterness that I'm drowning in.
I can't even talk about nothing to the girl I like because I am a coward, and also I have as many things to talk about as someone can get into a closed fist. I'd like to confess my feelings, but she likes another man that's not me obviously. I see her so cool, so good at life, but I don't know what to do.
What kind of beauty has in living in hell for such a long till getting some, maybe deserved, happiness?
I can't even talk about nothing to the girl I like because I am a coward, and also I have as many things to talk about as someone can get into a closed fist. I'd like to confess my feelings, but she likes another man that's not me obviously. I see her so cool, so good at life, but I don't know what to do.
What kind of beauty has in living in hell for such a long till getting some, maybe deserved, happiness?