maandag 14 november 2011


I rather be hated than be nobody.

At this moment life is sceared.
And it just doesn't make scence.
Some moments I want to die, not
because I want death.
Just because I can't find a reason to live.

Life slammed me in the face.

I don't want to be nice.
I hate this world way to much to be nice.
For so far cheapter, the real me.

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