Day 1. Im done.
I'm done with this life, and all the other 8 that I apparently have.
I'm tired of all the pecularities on my way. Of all the rocks and sticks and stones thrown at me. Tired of the bumpy road that's been going on forever, that increases my nausea as a reflex action to life.
You have no idea how hard it is to put a fake smile on when you have no reason. When nothing keeps you intact. When the pieces are thrown into the air and no one seems to want to mend you.
One more mistake, one more wrong move from my side, and I swear I'm giving up.
I'm done. I'm broken, and it'll take one hell of a mirace to heal even 1/4 of me.
