I’ll destroy you if you don’t kill me fast enough.

Remember when you were young and you thought everyone was equally the same. Then when you grow up, you realise how different God made each and every person. I wonder why he gave me, my personality.

Morning came and I was dead before I left for school. And you know it hurts like hell. So when you reach the top, just throw yourself off.

When I look back at my life, I think about all the times i’ve encountered death. And I would say, I have. Several times. Not as accidents but I did it onto myself. let’s see… I starved. I slit my wrists. Attempted suicide. And I took drugs. A year has past and I am a far cry away from that old me. I am much happier and wiser now. But of course everyone’s past catches up with them at some point of time in their lives. And I’m afraid my ghost might just still be living inside of me. Hmm #justsaying

Just because i look like this doesn’t mean i don’t feel pain too. It doesn’t mean i don’t cry, it doesn’t mean im perfect. It doesn’t mean i don’t get hurt easily too. Just because i look like this, doesn’t mean everything goes my way all the time. Its doesn’t mean that if i loose you, i can find someone esle really easily. I can. But its not as if that person can make me feel the way you can. Happy. I want you and i love you. I have problems in my own mind too. Its just a matter of how well a person can hold it in them. Not everything is always about me. I am not just a person with the looks i was born with. I am so much more to that. I am a person. For God’s sake, i have feelings too. You won’t understand how i feel unless you’re me.