Living this misery.

Living means happily enduring misery.  For me anyway.  There never is a very obvious indicatiopn why I feel this way.  Something unpleasant happens, and then - snap - I feel like this: more dead than alive.  Not worth to live.  Many unpleasant things there are, and all very much different from one another, but it's always the same feeling that pops up and there is not a thing I can do about it.  I would like to cry, but I can't shed no more tears.  So, I'll go to bed, and instead of crying, I wil do some thinking, for I can't sleep immediately anyway.

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Life... it's just one fucking thing after another Know what you mean, and although thinking can be good, crying can be a big relief sometimes too...

Good luck!

Gepost door: Robbedoeske | 03-07-03

:oS kheb e raar gevoel didi... kzit me je in...

Gepost door: rub | 03-07-03

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