My life with a depressive look Tell me why this is all and is it necessary For a month now I have been going to bed in the morning, I wake up with the hope of falling asleep, I look in the reflection, my eyes are red. Well, how much do you need to suffer in order to feel the air in yourself again The atmosphere is painfully saturated with every gray street, dirty spring in the soul. I'm used to, I knew that I would remember everything

I don't think I'll ever hurt as much as I did that night.
when i have no reason to live
when I, closing my mouth with trembling hands, burst into tears
and in the morning no one could have thought what I experienced a few hours ago
びーこ さん
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Hello, and today I would like to tell you how much I love bones, I understand this is strange... but people have a lot of oddities, I think I'm not the only one... probably... I've been in this social network for a long time, and I I watch a lot of people, and each of them does something different, and uploads something different, I decided to try
Stress is a quiet and slow death, it is not seen or heard. Today is such an evening, with time it becomes more and more difficult to contain everything accumulated, and this makes itself felt. It is already night, but the pain in my heart does not go away, and my hand is still numb, there is noise in my ears, and I try to sleep, but I understand that I will not be able to sleep. I don't know how much longer I can hold on, but I'll try
Everything is going according to plan, no one knows what I am doing or what I am planning.