I don’t know what I want to prove and to whom I want to prove it. I’m not happy, I’m not strong, and I can’t find any meaning of my life.
I Know what’s the right thing to do, but how do you tell your heart to stop loving someone.
And to be honest, I think my problem is bigger than that…
I drink half bottle of Barcadi rum a night, which is not right. But I want to numb myself from feeling.
Let’s face it, who would be sad forever if I die right at this moment besides my parents. My parents are the sole reason that I’m still alive this day.