Everybody is supposed to know what happened with their self. I’m not one of them. I haven’t been telling everything about me. It causes “I can’t” even “I won’t”. Because I have no idea, because no words come up, because there’s a reason why I won’t and why I can’t. You can blame it, blame all of the madness to me. Because it is what it is and I can’t change everything at all.
Yes. You can say anything, everything. Because I’m just another one. Feeling so random all day long. Stop is needed. I was unsocial person a long time ago. No, it wasn’t. I wish I could tell you… I could tell you everything. I can’t go on like this forever.
