Why is it always the misuse of words?
I don’t know, but now, I can’t, i mustn’t face another rejection. I’m going insane, my mind developing weird systems, identities that aren’t considered normal. Psychosis, psychopath, like hell i don’t know what is developing within me. But if is there one thing i must prevent, it is hatred.
I need someone to stop me. Someone to reach within me. I don’t care who or how, but i got to be saved, fast. But would someone care?
Living with my intentions turned out to be more harsh than what i’ve even though. The, my world is turning hostile. Not one intention matches with every society i enter, and i become more wrecked everytime i get out on such.
I want to contradict Ken’s statement, even though he is right firsthand. Trying to live being completely different will get me nowhere, nor i will survive with it. I want to create then a new society of my own, but i’m not even in the position to do it! And I don’t have the strength to do it. I want to have someone by my side then, but who? How? I know the solutions, but to reach it is a risk, because destroying everything i formed in this life would be destroyed.
I am not in the position to fight this hostility and solitude, and i don’t know whether I would still remain who i am before i’m done falling into this hell.
i can’t take suicide, because that would be fully giving up… I want to begin fighting, but no one would try to teach me, or at least give me the strength to do so.
I don’t want this demon within to fully possess me.
I need aid. I need someone who cares. To stop what i’m doing to myself. And fast…
I need a new life. I need help.
I need a friend.
no matter how loud i shout, cry, scream, no one dared to listen. In their eyes, i’m wrong and they are right.
i don’t know how to continue. but upon this pouring rain, my time is at last ticking.