Why is this happening to me? I am sorry. I didn't meant to bother you with my problems. My own world is full of surprises that hurt me. I am sorry about that but I couldn't help myself. That is who I am...
In English is much worse talking. Because in each sentense you say you also hear the word I. You are aware of it and you feel sick of it... I... Because we are our own world. I hate that kind of truth. Sometimes I wish I am someone different. Some good person. I am surprised how good are people I know. And then I am surprised that I am so evil...
Did you know that I lie? Did you know that? I am liar. And worse, I am confused liar...
Do I like him again or is it or just my kind of feeling? My irresponsible soul hurts itself because of boredom. My life is strange but still exists.. I am sorry because of that...
Do you know that many people don't like me? That no one likes me anymore. And I feel bad about that.. because that probably means something. That no one trusts me. And I trusts everyone. I am sick of that fact...
